Cheeks Feel Hot Novels & Stories

Just a pair of tiny shorts clung to his hips, riding up to expose the smooth curve of his ass cheeks. I stood there for a minute, my eyes raking over him. His cheeks were flushed pink, from the blasting air conditioner he always bitched about. He'd complained a hundred times about the chill turning his skin to ice, begging me to dial it back, but I never did. Fuck no, I loved how it painted his face that rosy hue, made him look even more fuckable, like he was primed and waiting for me to warm him up the hard way.

Ugh. "And how does this heat manifest in humans? What's gonna happen to me? Am I going to die?" I curiously asked as I watched him come up with a pack of makeup-removing wet wipes, his gaze passing over my features as he placed his hands either side of my thighs at the edge of the counter, pausing for a moment. "No, you're just going to feel very sick and hot unless..." He trailed off, simply gazing into my eyes as I closely waited for his answer, his momentary hesitance invoking a sense of frustration within me.

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.

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.

"It is just the after-effect of a fever. Yeah. That is it." "Is that so?" "Yeah," I nodded. "I just recovered from a fever, so it is normal for my face to flush red sometimes. I am fine." "Really? Are you sure that you are fine?" He asked in a voice laced with concern, which wasn't doing anything good to the rapid rhythm of my racing heart. "I am sure. Don't worry," I smiled to reassure him. Before he could say anything else, I diverted his attention to another topic. "Can I have a cup of hot lemon tea? My throat is a little dry."

Is this really what happens when the lips are red? I took a few more deep breaths then I continued to wipe her until my hand reached her broad chest. "You must be in the gym often so you have a nice body?" I couldn't stop telling him." Not only my face got hot but also my ears because I could feel the heat of his body. You look so cute, girl!

I feel so hot, why is that? Zac is really handsome! I couldn't take my eyes off his gaze. It's captivating me! And I didn't know what to do when Zac took off his shirt! Those 8-pack abs, girl! I couldn't handle it. But I'll try to. What's wrong with me? I'm totally gone. My cheeks are probably super red from the heat I'm feeling. And add to that, I'm feeling shy, sigh. He dived at me and kissed me hungrily, like he was starving, and I was having a hard time keeping up with this kind of kiss!

It was as if every nerve was alive, tingling with a restless energy that I couldn't quite place. Everything felt hot. Too hot. I stepped out of the shower, quickly drying my body with a towel, my movements brisk and efficient. As I caught sight of myself in the mirror, my eyes widened in surprise. My cheeks were flushed a deep pink, and I could feel the heat radiating from them. Sexually frustrated. I couldn't help but cover my mouth in astonishment as Ace's teasing voice replayed in my thoughts.

Distorted. And then, a wave of heat. Not just the usual club heat, but a deep, internal warmth that spread through my limbs like liquid fire. It started in my stomach, then rushed through my veins, making my skin prickle. My face felt flushed, hot and tight. “Marcus,” I mumbled, my voice suddenly breathless. “I… I feel hot.” I grabbed his hand, which was still holding my arm, and pulled it to my cheek. His skin was cool, so cool against my burning face. It felt amazing. I pressed his palm harder against my skin, sighing.

He drank quietly until a strange wave of heat spread through his body. He held his chest and swallowed repeatedly as if he were thirsty. What is happening? Why do I feel so hot? Lucas wondered as he unbuttoned his pajama top. “Oh no,” he gasped when he accidentally glanced downward, seeing a reaction he should not be having. This is bad. Extremely bad.