Cheeks Feel Hot Novels & Stories

he asks suddenly, and there’s a mischievous note in his voice that makes my cheeks burn even hotter. “It’s not red.” “It’s very red.” He moves closer, studying my cheeks with mock concern. “Are you feeling ill? Feverish, perhaps?” “I’m fine,” I mumble, but I know I’m bright scarlet now. “Hmm.” He reaches out and presses the back of his hand to my forehead, the gesture surprisingly tender. “You do feel warm.” His touch sends another wave of heat through me, and I have to resist the urge to lean into it. “I’m just—It’s warm out.”

Heat flushes into my cheeks, then my entire face with embarrassment now. He pauses in laughter, watching me, probably realizing how much I resemble a peach right now. I duck behind my heavy book immediately. “You okay?” “Yeah, definitely fine. All roses and peaches here.” Someone, please! Staple my mouth shut! “Yeah, you definitely look like one right now actually. It’s cute.” He clearly isn’t helping matters right now, because the heat extends to the tip of my ears and a wave of anxiety, I think, overcomes me quickly.

“But you’re so hot! “ His hand continued to feel my cheek tremble and back to my forehead while he spoke, “Your eyes look heavy, almost glassy. Your cheeks are warm and red, and your skin is clammy! “ The heat rose with each word he spoke, the only difference being that it was now burning with embarrassment. I felt busted and outed; oh god, I'm going to get you back for this, Drifta! “I’m fine! No fever, I feel fine!” Still, I could not force myself to meet his stare, but as his hands kept brushing over my shin, checking my temperature, the flustering heat only increased, and I began feeling desperate to get him away from me. I'm desperate to bury my head in the pillow and die a little bit!

After what felt like an eternity, he simply said, “Okay.” He stepped closer, just enough for me to feel the warmth radiating from him. “What happened to your cheeks?” “What?” I touched my face, only to feel the heat blooming across my skin. Why were my cheeks burning? They usually did that only when I lied or when I did something incredibly foolish. I quickly replayed the last few minutes in my mind. Had I done something ridiculous in my sleep? Or said something? “I don’t know,” I answered quickly. “Maybe the cold wind.”

But he leads my face back to him and gently touches my cheek, "Don't look away, I like seeing the whole you, your eyes, your nose, and your lips." I gulp because of this intense sensation I am feeling right now. Is it because of the warm temperature coming out of the tub, why do I feel so hot? It seems my cheeks are red. Is it from the wine? Am I drunk now? He traces my face with his fingers, his thumb ends up playing my lower lip. The way he holds me, I want more of him. But how? How can I ask him to do it?

I cannot face them. A strange warmth starts spreading through my body. At first I thought it was from running, but it grew hotter. It moves from my chest down to my stomach, then lower. My skin feels tight. Sensitive. I press my hands to my cheeks. They burn. What is happening? This is not normal.

Hmm, this is really delicious. I put my glass next to Ozgur's wine glass, and I leaned against the dashboard of the bed, I wanted to see the movie on the television screen again. But, suddenly I felt something strange in my body. I loosened the shirt I was wearing. Why do I feel so hot. I took the AC remote, the air conditioner is still functioning normally. But... "Eungh, Aahh..." I sighed as the cold air touched my skin. Suddenly my nipples feel tight, really uncomfortable. "Ehm..." Why does it feel so weird down there.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> NOVA _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She grabbed the explanation before it could get away from her. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I've always been like this." Too fast. She knew it was too fast, but she kept going anyway because stopping mid-sentence was worse. When I push hard or get nervous, my skin heats up. Cheeks, neck, all of it. It's just how I'm built. Nothing to do with you."

Heat radiates my cheeks, and I'm sure he noticed, as a look of amusement crossed his face. Before he can taunt me about being flustered, I slam my lips against his, uncaring about the audience but conscious of the warmth kissing him always sends through my veins and my entire body.

What's wrong with me, I could feel my face heat up as the questions were running through my head. "Are you okay?" Kenzal asked and I nodded my head, "Are you sure? You are red." "Really?" I touched my face and I could feel my heart racing for some odd reason, "Everywhere is just hot that's why." "Okay," Kenzal called one of the workers to increase the AC and she did. "I don't think the AC won't work," Layla smirked, "She just needs to clear her head." "Huh?" Kenzal stared at Layla with confusion and I don't blame him because I was also confused for a moment.