She said nothing, and Kirk started to reach for her fragile cheek to touch, to caress.

And he reached for Bobby's cheek, as if to pinch it, like a child's.

So she aimed for his cheek and tried a light blow.

He leaned towards me, long-fingered hand reaching for my cheek.

He groped for her cheek in the darkness and patted it.

As anticipated, she quickly made a move for my right cheek.

He faced the clone, reaching for her soft cheek once again.

They came at him again, aiming for his cheek.

"Night," he responded with an airy kiss for her cheek.