She felt cold, but there was something warm against her face.

Her lips were warm against the corner of my mouth.

The sun of late afternoon was warm against his back.

The little blanket of life was warm against her palms.

Though her fingers were warm against his, he could feel the trembling running through them.

Of course this made it more difficult to sleep, because she was very warm and soft against him.

His breath was so warm, almost hot, against my hair.

Obviously that was true, for she remained warm against him.

She wears no shift, and her skin is warm against his.

For now she was curled up warm against him, and asleep.

He kisses her, lips warm against hers for a long moment, and then turns back to his desk.

I thought, moving to warm my hands against the stove.

My faith was born of love, and it warmed me even against the biting wind.

He had been concerned, and it warmed a place within her against her will.

I heard him think that he was warming his hands against my hair.

The steel was icy and refused to warm against his hand.

It warmed him against the cold and kept him together in the wind.

He jumped down then caught her hand, his fingers warm against hers.

The fire was welcome and he warmed his hands against the blaze.