The night had painted his lean cheeks with an enticing shadow of beard.

She stared into a face that was so hard with rage a muscle worked spasmodically in each lean cheek.

She glanced up in time to see a ruddy hue touch his lean cheeks.

A blush rose in his lean cheeks, and he flicked the switch on the game.

And down one lean cheek ran a terrible scar.

Reaching out, she brushed the gritty sand from one lean cheek.

The gesture speaking for her, she touched his lean cheek.

Malzone went on with some heat of passion coloring his lean cheeks.

The look of angry excitement was clear now, flushing the lad's lean cheeks with feeling.

Color came and went in his lean cheeks, above the closely trimmed beard which had not a single silver hair.