He kissed her forehead and stepped away.
He rubbed his forehead and ran his fingers though his hair until it stood on end.
He bent down and kissed her on the forehead as he pulled up a chair to her desk.
He kissed her forehead and stepped away, turning.
The soft forehead was moist.
He kissed her forehead lightly, marveling at the treasure he'd found when the world seemed ready to end.
He kissed her forehead and launched to his feet.
He rose and gave her a kiss on the forehead and then left her in the safety of her room.
He kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips.
I think I've always known, she said and rested her forehead against his.
Brushing the hair from his forehead, she asked, "Will you sit for me today?"
She dropped the hoe and mopped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.
Pierre continually glanced at Prince Andrew; Prince Andrew rubbed his forehead with his small hand.
She kissed the young man on his forehead, wetting him with her tears.
She kissed him on the forehead and sat down again on the sofa.
The patches grew deeper on her forehead, neck, and cheeks.
He said nothing to her but looked at her forehead and hair, without looking at her eyes, with such contempt that the Frenchwoman blushed and went away without a word.
Then wrinkles ran over his face like a wave and his forehead became smooth again, he bowed his head respectfully, closed his eyes, silently let Mack enter his room before him, and closed the door himself behind him.
(an officer nicknamed "the rat") he said, rubbing his forehead and whole face with both hands.
Now his forehead would pucker into deep folds and his eyebrows were lifted, then his eyebrows would descend and deep wrinkles would crease his cheeks.
It will be as I said at the beginning of the campaign, it won't be your skirmishing at Durrenstein, or gunpowder at all, that will decide the matter, but those who devised it, said Bilibin quoting one of his own mots, releasing the wrinkles on his forehead, and pausing.
"Buonaparte?" said Bilibin inquiringly, puckering up his forehead to indicate that he was about to say something witty.
He sat down beside Hippolyte and wrinkling his forehead began talking to him about politics.
Prince Vasili approached first, and she kissed the bold forehead that bent over her hand and answered his question by saying that, on the contrary, she remembered him quite well.
She only felt a soft hand taking hers firmly, and she touched with her lips a white forehead, over which was beautiful light- brown hair smelling of pomade.
And this someone was he--the devil--and he was also this man with the white forehead, black eyebrows, and red lips.
He shrugged his shoulders when Pierre was mentioned and, pointing to his forehead, remarked:
He shut his eyes, rubbed his forehead as if to rid himself of all interest in what he had read, and listened to what was passing in the nursery.
He rose, took Prince Andrew by the arm, and went to meet a tall, bald, fair man of about forty with a large open forehead and a long face of unusual and peculiar whiteness, who was just entering.
A deep furrow ran across his forehead, and standing by a window he stared over his spectacles seeing no one.
She held out her hand to him, and with a mixed feeling of estrangement and tenderness pressed her lips to his forehead as he stooped to kiss her hand.
She did not remember when the lines at his eyes and forehead became deep creases or when his red-blond hair went grey.
He withdrew, resting his forehead against Jenn's while he wiped away the newest tears on her face.
She lightly kissed his cheeks and forehead and lips.
Smashing her forehead against his nose, Jenn wrenched the knife free and drove it through him.
Slowly he cradled her face in his hands and proceeded to kiss it lightly - first her forehead, then her cheeks and finally the corners of her mouth.
The phantom shook his head in silent objection.
Hannah's pretty eyes grew dark. Kris kissed her on the forehead, not wanting his mate to worry, even if he didn't know what would happen once he and Kiki left for the underworld.
Brady kissed her forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and nipped her neck, enjoying the feel of her hands roaming over his chest and back.
Katie was kneeling beside the stove, her soot smudged forehead wrinkled in a frown as she lit another match.
He sat on the bed, rubbing his forehead as she continued, I know she lied, but you did too.
Jackson dropped his head and rubbed his forehead for a moment, then looked up at her grimacing.