Beads of sweat dotted his hairline and, for the first time in hours, he felt deliciously warm.

Beads of sweat, which he could ill afford to shed, dotted his febrile brow.

Beads of sweat dotted his brow.

Beads of sweat dotted his brow, suggesting that Seven had not yet fully recovered from his long ordeal.

Beads of moisture dotted their leaves, their stems, the outcroppings of rock, and everything else.

Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and she looked flushed.

Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead, and his mouth felt dry.

Beads of sweat dotted both her forehead and her upper lip.

Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he evaluated a beaker sitting below him.

Beads of sweat dotted his brown forehead.