His wet brown eyes were turned on me again, this time for longer.

For a second he only looked at him while a great deal of meaning gathered in his wet eyes.

"There will be a lot of wet eyes when the time comes for us to depart."

She sat silent now, staring at me with wet eyes.

Nate looked up and found her wet brown eyes on him.

How was I supposed to look up a number with wet eyes and no glasses?

I was afraid he'd live and kill me with those big wet eyes.

She turned to look at him, her wet eyes wider than ever.

He looked up at me, his one eye red and wet.

Now she is gone, with not a wet eye in the house.