She switched on a light over the bed and looked at his right cheek.

Then she said look at his cheeks that are marked like mine.

She turned, surprised to see him there, a slight color at her cheeks.

Quickly, she would close out the windows, scrub at her cheeks.

President Sen slapped at his cheek where he'd been hit.

The work was slow going and the raw winter wind bit at her cheeks.

A moment later, he found himself in front of the mirror again, staring more carefully at his cheek.

The next thing she knew, something cold and wet was poking at her cheek.

'Look at her cheek,' said the man in a lower voice.

Occasionally she would raise one hand and brush at her cheek.