These sentences are from my never-ending draft of Acelet's story. (Acelet was a character in Illuminations of the Heart, in case you haven't read it.)
Tuesday: He caught the accusing glance she tossed at the harp case still slung across his shoulder and tightened his clasp when she would have jerked her hand away.
Wednesday: She stepped away from him, and for a moment he feared he had asked too much of her courage.
Friday: Acelet found himself jarred from admiring the a warm sheen on Joslin’s cheeks that proved the heart that throbbed in her breast did indeed pump something more than ice water.
Saturday: Sir Raimon’s slap reverberated against the walls of the bedchamber.