She opened her hands and stared at her wet palms.

He produced a handkerchief and placed it on her wet palm.

He wiped his wet palms down his trousers and moved on.

She released his right hand, and he raised it to wipe the wet palm across his mouth.

She wiped her wet palms on the back of her dress.

He wiped the wet palms of his hands on his shirt.

He wiped his wet palms on the back of his jeans.

He wiped wet palms on his pants, tucked them into his pockets.

Harvey came to take her by the hand, his own palm wet and sticky as though he had been working in the sun.