He was 6 years old with light brown hair and very red cheeks.

Certainly at least now he had a little color in his cheeks.

A bit of color had come up in his cheeks.

She looked red in the cheeks and not very happy.

Her cheeks were red with the heat of the fire.

But the color was going down in his cheeks again.

I'd like to see the color back in your cheeks.

I had one of my cheeks cut half way through.

But he wasn't dead, and color was coming back into his cheeks.

Colour began to come back into the young woman's cheeks.

Yeah, and look at them right here in my cheeks.

The color began to return to his cheeks as he looked down at the two.

But her cheeks grew red more than once in the following days.

At least it brought a little colour back into his cheeks.

After a moment he felt cool air on his cheeks.

She sat down and the colour returned to her cheeks.

A little color came to her cheeks as she spoke.

For the moment, professional interest put some color back into his cheeks.

Until one evening, after an especially long walk, she came back with color in her cheeks.

The cold winter air gave her cheeks all the color they I ever needed.

And she rather thought the heat in her cheeks might have something to do with that.

"And you could really use some more color in your cheeks, too."

Still, a good lay should put some color in her cheeks.

The ride and the early air had brought color to her cheeks.

If her cheeks had been hot when he arrived, they were on fire now.

Yeah, and look at them right here in my cheeks.

She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek.

All she could do was rest her cheek against his.

He was 6 years old with light brown hair and very red cheeks.

But people here are not quite ready to turn the other cheek.

He seemed to turn his cheek for them all night.

Her cheek came down on the top of his head.

She thought he was going to put a hand to her cheek.

One who has the cheek to come to the back door.

I had one of my cheeks cut half way through.

I'd gone through the first part of his cheek and kept on going.

I'd like to see the color back in your cheeks.

I put the back of my hand against her cheek.

But the color was going down in his cheeks again.

Have you the cheek to ask how I am getting on?

I bit the inside of my cheek, real hard, to make myself focus.

Certainly at least now he had a little color in his cheeks.

And all he tell you is to turn the other cheek.

He put first one cheek, than the other against my hair.

She felt a cheek with the back of her hand.

A bit of color had come up in his cheeks.

The color began to return to his cheeks as he looked down at the two.

"So are you saying I should just turn the other cheek?"

If once the cheek is turned then you will never fight again.

His cheek was red with the mark of her hand.