I stepped through the door, Richard a warm presence at my side.

The peace within it was a warm and loving presence.

There was a warm and silent presence at her back.

Yes, a comfort, as if the warm presence of Aaron were actually with us again.

He left his hand on her shoulder, a warm and sympathetic presence.

A moment later, all three felt a new very warm presence behind them and heard still faster breathing.

Richard sat up, leaving a cold breach where he had been a warm presence.

He rose from the bed, leaving an empty space where his warm presence had been.

He was a warm, solid presence she could feel but not see.

I could feel him off to my left like a warm presence moving through the summer night.