She made a face at him.
She turned her face away from him.
His gaze wandered over her face, coming back to her eyes.
His face was still pale.
Her gaze left his face as she considered the idea.
His face was white, but very homely.
We all know the stories of people who win the lottery—and let's face it, far too often no good comes of it.
Her face was burning.
She stared up at his face, but he ignored her.
His solemn gaze roved over her face.
Carmen looked up at his face and found it as stern as his voice.
Her face flushed, and when her mother attempted to take the bag from her, she grew very angry.
His face looked pale and he rode with an alien stiffness.
His face is white, and he seems very weak.
His attitude toward her did an about face so obvious that even Jonathan noticed.
Her face flamed as she thought of how it must have looked to Morino.
He was not a very large man, but was well formed and had a beautiful face--calm and serene as the face of a fine portrait.
Let's face it: Futurists as a whole have a pretty poor track record.
His face was flushed and his eyes were bright.
The boy's face beamed with delight.
The calf licked good boy's face with long rough tongue.
Her face became sad.
He covered his face and wept.
There, too, after a fit of temper, I went to find comfort and to hide my hot face in the cool leaves and grass.
She felt my face and dress and my bag, which she took out of my hand and tried to open.
A flush crawled up his neck, across his face and hid behind flashing dark eyes.
"We belong upon the face of the earth," explained the Wizard, "but recently, during an earthquake, we fell down a crack and landed in the Country of the Mangaboos."
You keep telling me it's in the past - until you can dig it back up and throw it in my face again.
Second, in addition to facts, the web has become the face of almost all organizations of the planet.
She glanced up at his face, but it gave no clue of his mood.
Her face is hard to describe.
It is said that a flood-tide, with a westerly wind, and ice in the Neva, would sweep St. Petersburg from the face of the earth.
His face was depressed and gloomy.
It's enough to have your pedigree flung in your face by those saucy dragonettes.
"And mama can't tell whether my face is dirty or not!" added the other childish voice, gleefully.
Standing before the mirror, as I had seen others do, I anointed mine head with oil and covered my face thickly with powder.
Every dead soldier has a face, a story, and a bereaved family.
The world will still face many challenges, which we will discuss shortly.
The expression on Felipa's face reflected both humor and interest.
No face which we can give to a matter will stead us so well at last as the truth.
Oh, the delight with which I gathered up the fruit in my pinafore, pressed my face against the smooth cheeks of the apples, still warm from the sun, and skipped back to the house!
She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup d'estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.
I am His gaze wandered over her face again.
"Who is that man?" asked Gautama, "and why is his face so pinched and his hair so white?
"Before," she said, knowing her face must be red.
She is sitting by me as I write, her face serene and happy, crocheting a long red chain of Scotch wool.
And we notice that her face grows more expressive each day.
My first thought was, one of the dogs has hurt Mildred; but Helen's beaming face set my fears at rest.
She went through these motions several times, mimicking every movement, then she stood very still for a moment with a troubled look on her face, which suddenly cleared, and she spelled, "Good Helen," and wreathed her face in a very large, artificial smile.
The countess in turn, without omitting her duties as hostess, threw significant glances from behind the pineapples at her husband whose face and bald head seemed by their redness to contrast more than usual with his gray hair.
Sonya tried to lift her head to answer but could not, and hid her face still deeper in the bed.
Sonya could not continue, and again hid her face in her hands and in the feather bed.
Her enormous figure stood erect, her powerful arms hanging down (she had handed her reticule to the countess), and only her stern but handsome face really joined in the dance.
What was expressed by the whole of the count's plump figure, in Marya Dmitrievna found expression only in her more and more beaming face and quivering nose.
She smiled, hid her face in her handkerchief, and remained with it hidden for awhile; then looking up and seeing Pierre she again began to laugh.
The sick man was so surrounded by doctors, princesses, and servants that Pierre could no longer see the reddish-yellow face with its gray mane-- which, though he saw other faces as well, he had not lost sight of for a single moment during the whole service.
Neither the hand nor a single muscle of the count's face stirred.
Suddenly the broad muscles and lines of the count's face began to twitch.
The eyes and face of the sick man showed impatience.
At another spot he noticed a Russian soldier laughingly patting a Frenchman on the shoulder, saying something to him in a friendly manner, and Kutuzov with the same expression on his face again swayed his head.
Then she saw that the child's face was very pale and that he neither opened his eyes nor moved.
Some of them cried, and the wild man of Borneo shrank from her sweet little face in terror.
The cheeks are a slide from the brows into the valley of the face, opposed and diffused by the cheek bones.
She held a handkerchief to her eyes and her face was tearful.
"Annette, for heaven's sake don't refuse me," the countess began, with a blush that looked very strange on her thin, dignified, elderly face, and she took the money from under the handkerchief.
One of them was a sallow, clean-shaven civilian with a thin and wrinkled face, already growing old, though he was dressed like a most fashionable young man.
Prince Vasili said no more and his cheeks began to twitch nervously, now on one side, now on the other, giving his face an unpleasant expression which was never to be seen on it in a drawing room.
Anna Mikhaylovna, with a meek, sorrowful, and all-forgiving expression on her face, stood by the door near the strange lady.
His face wore a calm look of piety and resignation to the will of God.
The sick man was turned on to his side with his face to the wall.
Every face expressed respectful, awe-struck curiosity.
She had the most expressive face he had ever seen.
She searched his face for some indication of comprehension, eventually finding it only in his voice.
He made a face and stopped his horse.
Carmen felt her face growing warm.
Remembering Dulce's face at the table, she turned, frowning up at him.
His bittersweet chocolate gaze wandered over her face in search of something, or maybe he was digesting the information.
Katie made a face and then winked at Carmen.
In reading my teacher's lips I was wholly dependent on my fingers: I had to use the sense of touch in catching the vibrations of the throat, the movements of the mouth and the expression of the face; and often this sense was at fault.
When Miss Keller speaks, her face is animated and expresses all the modes of her thought--the expressions that make the features eloquent and give speech half its meaning.
But this puts an infinitely worse face on the matter, and suggests, beside, that probably not even the other three succeed in saving their souls, but are perchance bankrupt in a worse sense than they who fail honestly.
Dorothy had a green streak through the center of her face where the blue and yellow lights came together, and her appearance seemed to add to his fright.
She stopped and gazed up at his face.
Carmen made a face.
He studied her face.
Warmth invaded her face.
He pulled away from her, propping up on an elbow as he studied her face.
His eyes blinked and opened, slowly focusing on her face.
His empty gaze shifted momentarily from the window to her face.
His head turned suddenly, his bewildered gaze searching her face.
Her dark hair was pulled back severely from a narrow face.
She hesitated as his troubled gaze ran over her face.
His gaze wandered over her face.
"There's more, isn't there," Carmen asked, watching Felipa's face.
Alex shot her a stern look and she made a face.
She leaned back and looked up at his face.
Gerald made a face.
Carmen lifted her chin and studied his face.
She made a face.
But Tessa wasn't simply another pretty face.
Her smile was wry as she gazed up at his face.
She glanced up at his face.
She let her gaze fall sternly on Dulce's face.
She tossed the picture in his lap again and made a face.
Again she leaned back so she could see his face.
You should have seen Dad's face.
Carmen felt warmth flood her face.
Like Alex, it was impossible to guess what was going on in his mind by the expression on his face.
Alex rolled his eyes and made a face.
Color stained his neck and spewed up into his face.
Her stomach contracted at his tone and the look on his face.
The smile faded from his face.
Dulce was so angry that tears were rolling down her face.
At her words, his gaze ripped from her breasts and pounced on her face.
"I'm shocked," he said with a straight face.
"I am a prude," she said, still watching his face.
For a moment he studied her face.
I guess that's what they mean by cutting off your nose to spite your face.
Katie made a face.
Alex made a face.
His concerned gaze ran over her face.
Carmen asked, and then made a face.
His gaze ran over her face searching - maybe surprised that she spoke her mind.
He was watching her, a wry smile on his face and an amused twinkle in his eyes.
Katie leaned back, a triumphant look on her face as if she had made a point.
Tonight he divided his attention between the knife and her face - no doubt waiting for her to broach the subject.
When she looked up at him, his gaze roved over her face.
At least now they could face this thing together.
Then he drew back, his gaze running over her face in that familiar confident way.
His gaze scoured her face.
When it came back to her face, a slow smile erased the creases between his brows.
His gaze wandered over her face in contemplation.
His gaze traveled over her face in that familiar way, his expression reflective.
She glanced down at the straining bodice and made a face.
Matthew turned his face away, fussing.
His reflective gaze traveled over her face and finally his brows lifted briefly.
He nodded, his gaze strolling over her face absently.
Quint felt the warmth flow into his face.
He pressed his face against the window and managed a forlorn goodbye wave.
The minute Howard had arrived; Allen was in his face, accusing him of stealing his girl.
Her gaze went from Len's stoic face to Howard and then to Connie, who looked pale.
Len's face was pasty white and for a moment she thought he was going to throw up.
The blood drained from her face and goose bumps covered her arms under the sweater.
Your face is as white as a sheet.
Connie returned with a cool damp rag which she placed on Lisa's face and then the back of her neck.
She handed them to Howard, who watched her face with a puzzled expression.
Lisa rolled her face away from the bright window.
Once free of the vehicle she took a deep breath and turned to face her rescuer.
She made a face...
His face was clean shaven, but his dark curly hair was thick and unruly.
At 5' 8, she was tall, but still had to lift her chin to see his face.
Her knees were trembling as if they were going to give way at any moment, and her face felt devoid of blood.
Again she saw Nick's face in the car window.
Giddon exclaimed sharply and clawed a spider web from his face.
Chancing a glance at his face, she found him watching her in a strange way.
She stood and wiped her face with her shirt sleeves, still hiccoughing.
Opening it, she removed a tissue and wiped the tears from her face.
Finally she looked up at his face.
She turned her face away, twisting free of his arms.
She slapped his face.
He hesitated, studying her face with a puzzled expression.
She had nearly run him down, slapped his face and taken him away from his work in less than twenty-four hours.
In the shower, she lifted her face to the warm water.
Turning her face to the shower, she cried again.
He looked up and studied her face intently for a moment.
He swirled the coffee in his cup and lifted that piercing gaze to her face.
Then his face engaged in a smile that created little wrinkles around his eyes and grooves in his cheeks.
Her face grew hotter.
Her gaze returned to his face sharply.
When she talked to people, she liked to do it face to face.
Lisa's face felt hot.
Thick dark lashes and a deep tan intensified the blue of his eyes, and his freshly shaven face had attractive angles.
His attention left the road long enough to search her face.
Sarah made a face.
She touched her lips with trembling fingers, her face burning.
Her face grew hotter and she gnawed at her bottom lip.
His face was sober, the blue eyes probing her mind again.
A smile was plastered on his dark face, but it didn't reach the smoldering eyes.
Allen swaggered over to the pool, a conceited smile on his handsome face.
Her face flushed hotly.
She glanced up quickly, feeling the color deepen in her face.
He studied her face with mocking eyes, and his mouth twisted into a humorless smile.
Her face was hot and cold by turns.
He lifted his head, his hungry gaze searching her face.
The fear his words invoked must have shown on her face.
Yet, one backward glance at the hard lines of the face over hers reminded her that there was more than the gentle side to him.
His piercing gaze lifted to her face and the hair rose on the back of her neck.
She had a wild urge to throw her arms around his neck and kiss the worry from his face.
Lisa's face grew hot.
She felt somehow drawn to the picture of a frail looking girl with dark eyes that looked out hauntingly from a delicately beautiful face.
Lisa glanced sharply at Sarah, a slow flush invading her face.
Instead she accepted the entire package at face value.
He glanced up at her frowning face and chuckled.
He studied her face with amused eyes.
She stepped away from him, but he grabbed one arm, turning her around to face him.
His face looked forlorn.
You should have seen Allen's face.
She stopped and turned to face him.
The man glanced up and she put a hand to her throat, feeling the blood drain from her face.
She gasped and glanced up at his face.
Lisa turned her face away and hoped Tammy didn't notice her shoulders shaking as she laughed silently.
The blood drained from her face.
I kept seeing little Nick's face in the window when they left the house.
Certainly placing the family picture face down on the coffee table had done nothing to ease her pain.
At her words, his face paled.
Gazing up into his face, she smiled.
A wry smile twisted his face, but the eyes softened.
From the expression on his face, he wasn't consoled by the answer.
His head jerked up and his face flamed.
The door opened quietly and Yancey entered, his face bland as he retrieved the magazine from his chair.
Lisa stared up at him, the blood draining from her face.
When she woke again, the sun was shining on her face.
Her eyes were filled with tears and her face felt flushed.
His body was the nearest available leaning post, so she helped herself, burying her face in his chest.
His face turned pale and he pulled her close.
Yancey's face was over hers.
He studied her face intently, masking any emotion.
Her face felt hot and cold by turns and she didn't have enough saliva to swallow.
He grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.
Opening the door, she kept her face hidden as she walked down the hallway.
His face was livid, the veins standing out on his neck.
His face turned scarlet and he looked away, running a hand through his hair.
She could feel her face getting hot.
She sank to the bed weakly and covered her face with her hands.
She raised her face to look at him and caught Sarah and Connie making a hasty exit from the room.
She had created this problem and now it was hers to face alone.
She chanced a look at his face only to discover that he was laughing.
"It's beautiful," she breathed and then her face warmed.
He cupped her face in his hands and brushed her lips lightly with his own.
Charcoal gray eyes studied her critically from a face too rugged to be handsome.
The blood returned to Adrienne's face with a vengeance.
Adrienne's face was burning.
It was Adrienne's turn to make a face.
Yeah, my nose is too big and my face is full of freckles, but my hair looks great.
Her gaze shot past Adrienne and her face turned scarlet.
He made a face and then delved into his food.
An idea flashed through her brain and left a frown on her face.
His face darkened with color.
She hesitated, staring up at his face.
He made a face.
The smile slid off his face.
She stopped and glanced up at his flushed face.
I . . he stammered, his face turning red.
She glanced at his face, but it betrayed no emotion.
Brandon focused his attention on the food in his plate, his face turning a dark shade of red.
Her face flooded with warmth.
She knew her face was getting red, and Brandon wasn't exactly pale.
He stopped, his face turning darker.
Her face burned hotter.
Julia made a face.
Rachel waved a hand and made a face.
His face turned pale.
Brandon nodded, his face still pale.
Mrs. Marsh's face was white, and her eyes red and swollen, with dark circles under them.
Her voice broke and a tear slid down her face.
He took her face in both hands.
His hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her back so that he could see her face.
There was no denying the contented expression on his face.
By the smug look on her face, we surmised the letter had to include the answers that were needed.
Blood pulsed painfully in her throat, and her face grew warm.
Finally his troubled gaze lifted to her face.
His determined gaze finally shifted to her face.
The freckles stood out on his pale face.
His eyes were captivating, by far the most attractive feature in his darkly handsome face.
There was something familiar about that face, yet she was certain she had never met him before.
Cassie folded the lip of her sombrero down to protect her face from the scorching sun.
She glanced down at his averted face.
Her face felt hot when she thought of how she had spoken of him.
She peered out from under her wagon and found the smiling face of Bordeaux.
Sweat stung her eyes and she wiped her face with her sleeve.
Dampening her scarf, she closed her eyes and wiped most of the dust from her face.
It was hard to look at his face without being fascinated by the color of his eyes.
Thankful for the darkness that hid her burning face, she took a step away from him.
She pulled the scarf from her neck and wiped her face.
The firelight flickered weakly; creating shadows on his face that made his expression hard to discern.
She grabbed the handle of her whip and whirled to face him.
The look of shear fury on his face replaced her anger with fear.
Her face felt hot.
Cassie could feel the color draining from her face.
Gentle hands lifted her from the ground, and she buried her face in Bordeaux's chest, sobbing.
I took my risks when I joined this group and I'm willing to face up to my responsibilities.
Warmth deserted her face and her mouth went dry.
Cassie removed her hat and fanned her face.
He lowered the glasses and rolled over on his back, gazing up into her face.
She stared at him, her face growing warm.
She gave him a cold stare, knowing her face was getting red.
Cassie scooped sand to make a pillow and put her hat over her face.
His face was above hers, the blue eyes tender and searching.
He drew back and studied her face with hungry eyes.
She watched his face.
She forced her eyes open to find Bordeaux's face above her.
She could feel the blood drain from her face.
She pulled the pins from her hair and scrubbed it and then wiped the rivulets of water from her face.
His face darkened and his eyes flashed a warning.
Bordeaux turned her to face him.
He paused, his face turning a darker shade of red.
She knew her face was as red as his.
The girl turned to face Bordeaux.
At least he was honorable, but if the look on his face was any indication, he was regretting that offer.
Darcie dropped her hand, her face flushing.
Cassie turned her face to the window.
The look of pity on Darcie's face was more than Cassie could bear.
Cassie made a face.
Her last impression of Darcie was a smiling face.
Bordeaux shook his head, his gaze fixed on her face.
Surely he couldn't have feigned the surprise on his face.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face and stroked her cheek.
He glanced up at her; the sun darkened face with its thin lips completely devoid of emotion.
She shrugged, her face growing warm.
Cynthia's face grew warm.
Her face felt hot and cold by turns.
He glanced up sharply, his gaze searching her face.
Her face felt hot again.
He was obviously making a joke, but she would never have guessed it from the expression on his face.
Her face was hot as she pushed away from him, avoiding his gaze.
Cynthia knew her face was getting red.
She kept her face averted until the warmth left her cheeks.
He dropped his arms and turned to face her.
Her face didn't loose its warmth and she gnawed at her lower lip.
He tucked his hands in his back pockets and shuffled his feet, the color in his face deepening.
If she thought her face could get no warmer, she was unpleasantly surprised.
She glanced up at his tortured face and had to smile.
The extra color was beginning to fade from his face and he turned toward the family room.
His eyes twinkled with mirth, but he refused to let the rest of his face respond.
She knew her face was getting red.
She chanced a glance at his face, but he was contemplating the ladder.
She tossed her head to throw the curls from her face and rolled over in bed.
He reached out and brushed her hair away from her face.
She made a face and he smiled.
Cynthia fairly leaped away from Cade, her face flaming.
His face was pale and drawn as he shoved the range back into place.
He glanced up sharply, his lips thinning down and his face paling.
She swung hard and her open hand cracked against his face.
He brushed the hair back from her face and stroked her cheek gently.
She buried her face in his shoulder, hoping he wouldn't notice she was crying.
He lifted her chin with two fingers, and the expression on his face might have been amusing under different circumstances.
In her bathroom, she wiped her face with a cold rag and took a couple of aspirin.
She leaned forward to examine his face, but his expression told her nothing.
Half an hour later, her eyes swollen and her chest sore from sobbing, she turned her face up to the warm water in the shower.
Cade was standing over her, a puzzled expression on his face as he contemplated her work.
She averted her face.
He came through the door, his hands behind him and a smug look on his face.
His thumb caressed her jaw as he gazed down into her face.
He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down, brushing her lips softly with his.
She searched his face suspiciously but there was no leer in his expression.
He lifted his hat from the peg and clamped it on his head and then paused, one hand on the door while he studied her face.
Wiping her face with a cold rag, she composed herself and answered the door.
And then realization flooded her face with horror.
Cynthia dropped to the couch and held the cool rag to her face as a new wave of nausea clutched her stomach.
Cynthia removed the rag from her face and stared at her friend.
Cynthia clamped the rag to her face again.
His voice was low and she was sure no one else heard, but her face burned furiously.
She glanced up at him, her face burning again.
She gazed up into his face.
His face was a road map of emotion, traveling from puzzled, to comprehensive and then on to frustration.
Her face grew warmer.
His face softened into a smile that invaded his eyes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I was surprised to notice a strange look on Martha's face.
I refuse to face that again.
Quinn had an I-told-you-so look on his face as he made a second sandwich and opened a beer.
He twisted, turned and moved his arms constantly, a determined look painted on his face.
He rubbed his eyes and a smile broke across his face.
Betsy shared Howie's disappointment but she put on a good face.
Martha handed her the phone and I could tell by the look that quickly appeared on her face, it was not good news.
Disappointment was written in his face.
With his hands to his face, he burst into tears, shocking us.
He rubbed his face with his sleeve.
He woke abruptly, a smile blossoming on his face.
His face was a mask of fright.
The look on Betsy's shocked face was priceless.
The entire session lasted barely ten minutes before he awoke a smile on his face.
Quinn asked, his face masked in shock.
My heart was in my mouth and I saw fear on Martha's face.
As soon as the mother entered the house, he pocketed the phone, scaled the fence at a low corner, crossed to the surprised boy in a few steps, and placed a rag over his face.
I don't know how the others kept a straight face but I pulled out a handkerchief, pretending to blow my nose.
Julie maintained no Face Book or Twitter account, nor could Betsy locate her on any other social network sites.
Successes were limited for the week with one found child, accidently trapped in a locked room of an empty house and one spousal abduction, in the face of a restraining order.
His face brightened to a smile.
He got in her face.
Martha answered and with a strange look on her face, turned the phone over to Howie.
She knew my feelings by the look on my face.
She slumped down, her hands to her face.
My heart dropped when I saw the look on her face.
She turned to me, her face only inches from mine.
The three left for the school office; Betsy, with a slight smile on her face, Molly looking excited and Julie wondering if she was dead man walking.
Martha could tell by the look on my face that something was wrong.
She shook her head and wiped her face.
She stood there in bathrobe and nightgown, a look of panic on Martha's face.
When I made a face, she said, "It gets better after you've had a few."
When I returned to my office, Betsy met me, a frown on her face.
Betsy pivoted around, wipeing her face, and hugged her.
"Yes," she said, with a hint of do-you-think-I'm-stupid look on her face.
He was wearing a shirt and his unfastened necktie was hanging in my face.
I tried to say more but she put her finger to my lips as she wiped her face.
It was apparent by the look on Jackson's face.
Jackson read the shocked look on my face.
Now you have Julie, a nice home and a future looking you in the face.
The look of shock on Betsy's face was immediately picked up by Molly and frightened the young girl.
I served my time, all twelve years, three months and sixteen days of it, but it pales in the face of suffering I poured on these young ladies.
he said, a baffled look on his face.
My specially soaked rag was secure in a plastic bag so I withdrew it and had it over the child's face before she turned to see who entered.
Nauseous from panic, I elbowed my way close enough to see a female figure, her face covered with an oxygen mask.
I could feel tears streaming down my face though I had no recollection of generating them.
I'm sure Howie must have known by the look on my face my news wouldn't be favorable.
A stocky man with a baseball cap visor obscuring most of his face carried Molly in his arms.
It was then I came to realize he killed in the dark, not face to face with his victim.
I could tell by the look on his face, he'd had no such thought.
I said as I cleaned my face and staggered to my feet.
His face didn't look rubbery like a Halloween mask, but he didn't look normal.
He had Papaw's face, with wrinkles around his eyes and a kind smile.
The pale, dark-haired youth was drenched, but it was the wild look on his face that made her stop in the middle of the foyer and watch him pace with agitated energy.
She didn't see her brother's bleached hair and familiar face anywhere in the crowd.
He rubbed his face and crossed to the bathroom.
The man was in his prime with silver hair and dark eyes, a handsome face, and a body as muscular as Talon's.
She landed on a topless bottle of oil and spit the fluid out as it sprayed across her face.
Tears wetted her face as men in what looked like black tactical SWAT gear entered the garage.
The only skin not covered was his face and part of his neck, both of which were channeled and knotted by scars.
With a deep breath, she opened the door, uncertain what horror she'd face next.
She turned to face him, surprised to find the man who'd almost killed her earlier.
His cheekbones were high, his chiseled face matching the chiseled body.
She felt his cold gaze and didn't face him, cringing instead.
He tucked the phone away and met her gaze, watching the emotions that crossed her face.
Jonny sensed him as well and looked up, confusion and fear crossing his face.
"I'm so sorry," Jonny said, horror crossing his face.
The young man's face paled even more, until he was as white as his bleached hair.
Her cheek was red as if she'd been struck, and there were tears on her face already.
Her face was white, her eyes glassy.
He smoothed her hair from her face and rested his hand against the soft skin of her exposed thigh, admiring her body.
There were tears on her face, and her breathing was shallow and ragged.
She wiped her face and returned to her side.
When he didn't, she rubbed her face, wondering what exactly she'd been dragged into and if her heart would explode if he reappeared.
He rubbed his face.
She smelled of her own musk, strands of hair escaping her braid to tickle his face.
Her eyes sparkled again, her face glowing.
"I don't do one night stands, Dusty," she said, face red again.
He hadn't thought it as harsh as it was, just like he thought nothing of killing anything in his path, but seeing the look on a normal human's face reminded him he'd been close to losing what humanity he possessed for quite a while.
Her words followed him, and he rubbed his face.
"I hope it's soon," she said, a look of longing crossing her face.
He peeled off a glove to display a hand as scarred as his face.
"Do my face!" he said, excited.
She scooted forward and placed her hands on either side of his face.
He touched his face, tumultuous emotions crossing his face.
She looked up at him, touched, as he felt his face again.
He touched his face again then rubbed the back of his head.
He looked up, a surprised expression crossing his face, as if he'd told her something he wasn't supposed to.
Both breathed hard, and she noticed a red slash across Darian's face.
He sat on the floor, hands covering his face, while Dusty stood.
She looked away fast for fear of the sizzling blue gaze and dropped to her knees in front of Darian, pulling his hands from his face to see the wound.
She gazed at him, lips parted and face flushed.
They both tiptoed around the sexual attraction between them, and her face was flushed again.
The man's face was red with shame this time.
A look of anguish crossed Jonny's face.
His last words were whispered, his face red.
Jonny wiped his face.
"How can you ask this of me?" he demanded, emotions wild on his face.
Tears spilled down his face.
Anger and terror were on his face.
His anger faltered, and sorrow filled his face.
His eyes were wiser, his face firmer with few signs of the troubled youth she remembered.
Startled, Bianca turned to face the doorway, recognizing the petite blonde woman who saved her from Dusty's bullet in Talon's garage.
He wiped his face and walked into the kitchen, starving.
He touched her face, and she took his hand in both of hers.
He gathered her warm body in his arms and smoothed away the curls that clung to his face, breathing her deep scent before he dropped into the first peaceful slumber in ages.
His face was excited as he held out the contents of his hands.
"I can do that," Jimmy said, a slow smile spreading across his face.
I won't face him alone.
He touched her automatically, stroking the side of her face and tucking errant curls behind her ear.
He took her face in his hands and drew her to him, kissing her once again.
She touched his face, then his hair, her cool power soothing him.
She placed her hands on her face and winced as Sofi vacuumed her power as Darian had.
His golden gaze was down, turmoil on his face.
Dusty braced himself and turned to face the grandfatherly figure with a smile and emerald eyes standing in the corner.
He'd felt funky for a while, since Bianca fixed his face.
He was normal, aside from the weird buzz at the base of his skull that'd kept him awake every night since Bianca touched his face.
Talon's flush grew darker beneath the red of exertion on his face.
It was a man too familiar to be a stranger, with beautiful purple eyes, a small frame, and a face without emotion.
He replaced his weapons and washed his face, feeling very much like this was to be his last day alive.
He turned to see the young man's face flushed this time with anger, his eyes glittering.
Dusty looked from Darian's hopeful face to Jonny's pale and sullen features.
As if noticing him for the first time, Darian stared at Bianca's brother, an odd look crossing his face.
He shouted at her, fury on his face, but his words were lost to the storm.
The creature's emerald eyes stopped sparkling, and his face grew long.
Lightning revealed Jonny's face.
His face was drawn and pale, his eyes wild.
Jonny's eyes were open and blank, his face pale.
"Come back to me, Jonny," she whispered, crying as she placed her hands on his face.
His face blazed red from exertion, his eyes glowing brightly.
She brushed water from his face and traced a finger along his jaw.
His first vision was that of Bianca's wet, pale face with dark curls stuck to her cheeks.
He smoothed her hair from her face with a gloved hand.
He nodded, concerned gaze on her face.
His assassin's gaze was bright and his face healthy, a pleasant surprise.
Damian laughed, thrilled to be back with his adopted brother and to see the glow in his face.
He breathed in her familiar scent, her curls tickling his face.
Jule studied him, guessing his words to be correct by the anger on the Watcher's face.
"Come in, Papa," she said, rolling to face the door.
He let a rare smile cross his face.
Her flawless face was flushed, her breathing quick.
He blocked it and the next two blows and then snatched a fist headed for his face, twisted her arm, and spun her.
By the look on her face, it wasn't the first time the Other had raised his voice at his alleged daughter.
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