The rug hung heavy and wet over the open section of the crate.

Above us the sliced rocks of the great slide hung raw and wet out of the low cloud base.

Her hair hung straight and wet, with just a hint of curl in it where a few strands had dried.

As for Shelby, her strawberry blond hair was hanging wet and sweaty around her face as she relaxed against him.

Her hair hung wet and dark against the sides of her face.

His golden hair hung thick and wet, water trailing in silver lines down his back.

In the camp itself the air hung hot and wet, heavy, with a smell of yeast and decay.

Blonde hair hung wet down her back, a long green shift clung to damp skin.

The mouth hung slackly wet, the skin glistened waxy pink.