She tucked her head against my shoulder a moment, then looked up at me.

She tucked her head against his shoulder and was silent for a while.

At the last possible instant before contact, he tucked his head down.

She struggled, and I tucked my head down tight to her.

She tucked her head into his shoulder and clung to him.

She curled up, tucked her head, and became, through years of training, like stone.

But it is still in the fetal position, the head tucked near the knees.

Later, they lay quiet, her head tucked in the curve of his shoulder.

So I tucked my head under the surface, blew some of it out and swallowed the rest.

He simply tucked his head down and trotted around the bases.