Xander brushed her cheek with the back side of his index finger.
He brushed a lock of hair back from her face and then traced her jaw with a finger.
His body brushed hers as he moved deeper into the cave, and he took her cold hands.
Instead of braids, she brushed her hair into a ponytail.
He brushed her forehead with a trembling hand.
She brushed an auburn curl from her face and sighed.
His fingers caressed her palm warmly and then he brushed the hair away from her cheek.
His lips brushed hers, and she felt something within her melt at the simple touch.
She stood and brushed the hay from her clothes.
Berg put on the cleanest of coats, without a spot or speck of dust, stood before a looking glass and brushed the hair on his temples upwards, in the way affected by the Emperor Alexander, and, having assured himself from the way Rostov looked at it that his coat had been noticed, left the room with a pleasant smile.