The wind was cold against his skin, the taste strange.

The wind was making up, and cold against his back despite the sun.

The seat was cold against his bare thighs as he sat down.

The air was cold against her bare skin slick with sweat.

The rubber seat and back of the chair were cold against his bare skin.

The stone was cold and painfully rough against her back.

The metal table was still cold against his bare skin, even after hours lying on it.

Her palms were no longer cold against the skin of his back.

The stranger was there, slapping something cold against his face.

Even the feel of it, cold against his skin, came as a relief.