He went to the window, pressed his forehead against the dark, cold glass, and looked down into the street.

At the window she pressed her forehead against the cold glass.

He had his forehead pressed to the stone floor, one hand held out toward us.

She turned back to the window, pressing her forehead against the cool glass.

He held her hands and pressed his forehead to hers.

He pressed his forehead and hands to the glass to steady himself.

Pressing her forehead against the chief's back, she thought, I'm doing this for two hundred dollars?

He pressed his forehead against the cold window glass and saw deeply blue water below.

I stared out the window, forehead pressed to the cool glass.

When he pulled his hands free, she slumped over and pressed her forehead to the floor.