She held his hand against her face a moment longer.

I felt an answer, like a small play of wind against my face.

There was the weight of green water against my face.

There was the weight of a body against her face.

Space was not to be seen, only felt by the quality of the air against their faces.

She felt cold, but there was something warm against her face.

It beat against her face and hands like the summer sun.

Her skin moved against his face as she smiled too.

She felt a shock of cold air against her hot face.

He whispered against my face, and I could not focus enough to see him.