She moved closer, taking up all the space between us.

I moved closer to him and looked up into his face.

She moved closer to the fire again, her back to him.

Now I did move closer to him by a step.

Without another word, he moved closer, taking her hand in his.

I moved closer to him, just to be able to keep my feet.

She moved closer to him and took hold of his hand.

He moved closer to the bed, his eyes on the small figure.

He moved closer to the fire, to let his father see.

He seemed to know what was going on, and when we moved closer to them I got my own idea.