He bent his head and kissed her on one soft cheek.

He touched the soft, round cheek, and the smile drained from his face.

Then the blood started to pool beneath his soft cheek.

I took her little hand and kissed her soft cheek.

He kissed their soft cheeks, promised to be with them in a minute.

She ran the side of a finger down Hania's soft cheek.

I moved my hand down to touch a soft cheek.

He held her, pressing his face next to her soft cheek.

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

Her face was a long oval with soft curved cheeks.