Jade.s hands were sweaty as he drew a machete.
Her palms were sweaty, her nerves fried.
She closed her eyes and said another prayer before she clamped a sweaty hand around the cold door handle.
He was naked from the waist up and sweaty, a combination that made her sit up and pay attention.
Her palms were sweaty at the thought of seeing Darkyn's daughter, but she wasn't certain why.
All the costumes reeked of mothballs, except the sweaty gorilla, which needed them the most.
Daniela led them to the men.s wing, where one sweaty, bloodied Immortal was standing outside of Sasha.s room while the other stood guard over Jade, who was hogtied in the middle of the small courtyard around which the men.s wing was situated.
She wiped sweaty palms on her jeans and swallowed a lump in her throat.
He was hot and sweaty, but he'd not yet been able to rid himself of the wired energy humming through his blood.
Her heart quickened again, and her palms grew sweaty from what she knew was fear.
She wiped sweaty palms on the men's breeches she wore.