Cheeks Feel Hot Novels & Stories

Her cheek pressed against his neck, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body. His temperature was alarmingly high. Was he really okay?

“They’re not dead, Keilah. They’re full of life.” “Hmm,” I just hummed and continued eating. We were silent as I ate, but Marilyn suddenly touched my forehead. “You’re hot,” she said. “And your cheeks are red. Are you running a fever?” I tilted my head to the side in confusion and felt for my cheeks and forehead. Indeed, I am a bit warm to the touch. “I feel fine, though,” I said. “Nothing out of the ordinary.” She clicked her tongue. “I feel like there’s something going on. Are you close to your heat now?”

I looked away, covering my face with my hands. “It’s nothing, I am just feeling a little bit sick.” “No, you are not...” she giggled,“... you are having a heat fever. It occurs when you are sexually excited and feel like having sex...” “That’s not what it is, I am just tired.” Oh God! I felt ashamed of myself right now. She poked my arm with a finger.“Tell me, Rachi. Is he packing a very useful, delicious tool? Is he big, heavy and juicy?” Her voice sounded like a tease.

I bit down on my lips and managed to keep myself from looking at him. My body shuddered and a sudden chill ran down my spine as I felt his hand on my thigh. "Are you alright?" His impossibly sexy voice sounded in my head. I gulped down heavily. "Huh...? Yeah." I forced a smile, trying to ignore the impossibly fast pounding coming from my chest. Slowly and tenaciously, he caressed my thighs. "Your cheeks are red, are you hot?" "H--how can I be hot? The windows are wined down already! Besides, the entire weather is freaking cold. I have no reason to be hot." I bit down on my lower lip, finding it impossible to meet his gaze.

It was the kind of smirk that made my heart start acting strangely inside my chest. My cheeks suddenly felt hot. “OMG, what is happening to your cheeks?” Cynthia’s voice cut through my thoughts like she was waiting for something dramatic to happen. I touched my face immediately. “I don’t understand,” I said, panic slowly crawling into my voice. “What’s happening to my face?” “It’s red,” Cynthia said. “Your cheeks are red. You are blushing.” If I wasn’t slightly embarrassed, I would have rolled my eyes at her. “Cynthia, you always exaggerate things,” I said quietly.

He said with a devilish smile and I nodded. " So, let's have food, I am famished. " I said as my cheeks were gaining colour under his gaze. " Me too... " He said looking at me as if he was thinking of me instead of food. My cheeks became almost red at the thought. Shit!! Me and my over wild imagination. " Are you having a fever?? " He touched my cheeks all of a sudden. " No, why?? " I asked. " Your face is turning red as if your temperature is rising. The Red hot Riya... " He said and laughed. I loved his laughter. So I kept looking at him.

I inquired when she kept on fanning her face with her fingers. "No, I'm freaking cold, the restaurant we went to was cold like a freezer, to top it all it's about to rain too so definitely no air conditioner." She explained as she fanned her face again. "Why the hell are you fanning your face?" I asked. "That's cause my face feels too hot, while the rest of my body feels cold. How weird is that?" She asked and I shrugged my shoulders. "Not that weird. And I think your face feels hot because you did something nasty." I let out as I teasingly wiggled my eyebrows.

All the heat in my body rushed to my cheeks as I bolted from the room. I planned to go downstairs, but now I felt utterly embarrassed as I ran back to my room. Shutting the door behind me, I leaned against it with my eyes closed. My heart felt as if it was going to explode in my chest and my cheeks were on fire. With one hand, I patted my chest, trying to calm my heart, while I touched my other hand against my face. My hand felt cool against my cheeks, which helped a little. “What is wrong with me?” I said aloud, although I was the only one in the room.

She wiped her hands quickly and felt his forehead. “What’s wrong? Do you not feel well? “Jeez! Why are your cheeks burning?”

I break the eye contact before I get lost in his for good. I also realize that my legs are decussated, perhaps to stamp down that irritating throb between my legs. I don’t understand why my cheeks are burning with rosiness even after breaking eye contact. Him? He should not get me this hot, for goodness sake! I mean, Joe? “What are you not used to that is getting you to blush like a sweet sixteen, huh? Seeing a hot guy like me, or you being called gorgeous?” He asks as he fiddles with his trimmed field hockey beard.