A few cold tears ran down over her temples and stopped.

The cut over her temple was not deep, barely more than a scratch.

She washed away the blood from the wound over his temple.

Blood dripped from the pressure cut over his left temple.

The hand was moved slowly, slipping over her temple and cheek.

He twisted the curl of hair over his right temple.

Briefly he considered putting the hair back over his temples, but decided to brave them.

A streak of white hair over his left temple looked like glare ice.

Laura wondered as she rubbed a hand over her temple.

Before she could protest, he brushed a kiss over her temple.