A woman with an unweaned baby, an old woman, and a healthy German girl with bright red cheeks were sitting on some feather beds.
Kiera felt her cheeks grow red.
One was an officer--a tall, soldierly, handsome man--the other evidently a private or an orderly, sunburned, short, and thin, with sunken cheeks and a dull expression.
Slowly he cradled her face in his hands and proceeded to kiss it lightly - first her forehead, then her cheeks and finally the corners of her mouth.
Raw, unguarded, a mix of desire and surprise that caused her cheeks to flush and her body to yield beneath him.
The cold early winter wind dried the tears on his face and made his cheeks stiff.
The cheeks are a slide from the brows into the valley of the face, opposed and diffused by the cheek bones.
Her cheeks burned, but she eyed him coolly.
Warmth flooded her cheeks as she remembered that she was going to kiss Alex.
You've grown plumper and prettier, she remarked, drawing Natasha (whose cheeks were glowing from the cold) to her by the hood.