Her hands shook just a little as she worked the stuff over his cheek first.

She reached down and ran a finger over his cheek.

The breeze played over her hot cheek, cool in the night.

Yet, as he reached up and curved his hand over her cheek, leaving was the last thing she wanted to do.

She knew what he needed and brushed her lips over his cheek.

She moved to brush a kiss over her husband's cheek.

She lifted her other hand, rubbed it over his cheek.

She smiled, bent down and ran her fingers over his cheek.

She ran a hand over his cheek, into his hair.

He put down the phone and ran both his hands over his cheeks.