Cheeks Feel Hot Novels & Stories

I forcefully flip him on his side and he groans in pain, almost as if my touch awakens an ache, "Are you okay?" When I cup his cheek, I feel his skin sizzle against mine and I don't mean the exchange of electricity or flaming desires. I mean extremely high temperature that makes him as hot as a cookie that has just been pulled out of the oven. He slowly cracks his eyes open, the luminous orbs glassy and dull at the same time as they peer into mine. He lifts his hand to hold mine that's resting on his cheek, tilting his face a bit to kiss the inside of my palm.

I suddenly feel hurt, my heart pounding not in my chest, but somewhere around my ear, for thought has just run down my mind now. I am alone with Jake in the car. My face heats up and I nervously brush my bang on my forehead. Oh! Why did I never think of that? "Are you okay? Do you feel hot?" My eyes come wide in shock as I wipe the bead of sweat off my face. I know why it suddenly feels hot even with the glasses whine down. Beat me, but never for once do I ever think of being alone with Jake. Breath hitches in my throat, making me belch out a treacherous hiccup.

He smirked at me, making my cheeks flush, but I was intrigued. “So does that mean you feel colder than the average person when it’s cold out?” “No, actually,” he replied. “It doesn’t make me feel colder. I still feel temperatures normally, it’s just my skin that doesn’t warm up like other people’s. But when it’s really hot, like middle-of-summer heatwave hot… yeah, I feel it. Way more than most people.” “That’s… actually kind of fascinating,” I said, trailing my fingers along his side again. “Does anyone else in your family have it or is it just you?”

His eyes wandered the room and he began gripping his shirt like he wanted to rip it off. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah… It’s just this place feels hot," He said, fanning himself with his hand. "Don’t you feel it?" "No, it’s actually really cold in here." "That’s weird. It feels so hot" He said, pulling off his shirt. "Can you increase the temperature again, please?" "Are you sure?" He nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, I’m really hot right now." His voice sounded intense. I did as he said, but it didn’t make sense. He isn’t sweating, and the room feels like an icebox so why is he feeling hot?

He tilts his head to look at me and catches me staring at him. He smiles and I feel the adrenaline spiking in my body accelerate to a whole new frustrating amount. Why does he have to keep smiling at me like that? Doesn't he have a single inkling of the amount of weariness he is rendering my little heart? I bite my lip and look away from him with extremely red cheeks. I don't need to look at the mirror to know that my cheeks are as red as a tomato. I can feel it. The burning sensation erodes my cheeks making them feel like they are being filled up with an uncontrollable heat energy. Just what the heck is this guy doing to me?

He responded curtly, as his hand moved to her cheeks to check if she was feeling hot there too because of how they seemed to be turning red. "Check my neck too. It seems to be burning hot," she spoke to him in a low voice, and he was surprised to see that she was not complaining. "No. Not with your hands. Use your lips," she uttered, and he turned to look at her face with great surprise. 'What was she playing at?' He wondered. "My lips?" He asked to be sure he heard her well. "Yes. And you also can check if any part of my face too is hot," she told him with a serious face, still staring directly at his eyes, "Especially at the area below my nose. They feel exceptionally hot," she added, stil

I'm in troubled . I was in a deep thinking ... Why the hell am I blushing? Why does my cheeks feel so hot ?! It's summer but the sun is hiding behind the clouds. And why the hell I felt like I want to poop? Seriously ?! "HEY!" i was startled when someone smack my shoulder. Shit! I almost drop my phone!

“With that sweet mouth, I can’t help but wonder how many women you’ve charmed senseless.” “No idea,” he shrugged, unfazed. His fingers moved toward the neckline of my dress, tracing slowly, feather-light. Heat coiled within me almost instantly. I could feel that familiar moistness trap between my center and the fabric of my panties. Fuck. How does he do this to me so easily?

I finally managed to say, my voice shaky. He stayed silent for a moment before a chuckle escaped his lips. Then, he released my chair, and only then did I feel I could finally breathe. “You wear your feelings on your face,” he muttered, shaking his head slightly, amusement dancing in his eyes. I pursed my lips. “I certainly don’t.” “Your cheeks are red. You’re red all the way down to your neck.” My eyes widened as I tried to calm the warmth flooding my face and body. “It’s just hot in here.”

As the event progressed, Aria started to feel uncomfortable and hot. She drank only half the champagne from the glass that was served to her. She placed the glass on the table in front of her, while trying to catch her breath. She could feel how hot her skin was turning. Only Asher's hand behind her back started to feel good. As she moved closer to him, he frowned. Her body felt hot to the touch. "You alright? Why is your body hot? You got a fever?" he inquired and touched her forehead. Her back which was warm earlier now felt hot, just like her forehead.