She felt his eyes on her, and looked down at him.

She felt her hand rest on him and thought to stop, but did not.

He felt my eyes on him and turned toward me.

I felt his hand on the back of my head.

She looked at me once, from across the room, feeling my eyes on her.

At the same time he felt cold air on his face.

He felt her eyes on him but she said nothing.

She felt dead on her feet and didn't have the energy to question them further.

He looks like I feel on a very bad morning.

All the way, she could feel his eyes on her.