I pushed back the damp hair and gave my head a shake.

He was standing in the middle of the living room, naked and with damp hair.

He reached out his hand and touched the damp hair.

He took a deep breath and brushed damp hair off his face.

Running a hand through her damp dark hair, she sighed.

He ran a hand through his damp hair and came to stand beside her.

She touched the dark, damp hair on the baby's head.

He reached out one hand to touch her damp hair.

She laughed as her damp hair fell across my face.

My mother always told me not to go to bed with damp hair, or I could catch a cold.