Finally she turned her head and brushed his unshaven cheek with her lips.

It would only take a few minutes- She gave him her new smile, and reached up to touch his unshaven cheek with her fingertips.

She raised herself off her sling chair and kissed him on each unshaven cheek.

Then his fat and unshaven cheeks spread in a smile.

Gently, she reached out to stroke his unshaven cheek.

She was still put off by his unshaven cheek and didn't say anything else.

Up close, his unshaven cheeks gave him the look of a pirate, ruthless and dangerous.

Later, he fell asleep at her side, and she kissed his unshaven cheek.

Until his unshaven cheeks rubbed roughly over her skin, she hadn't known how soft she could be.

Her nail imprinted a bright line upon his unshaven cheek.