Cheeks Feel Hot Novels & Stories

I couldn't understand why my cheeks were heating up even more, but I knew I couldn't meet his gaze any longer. "Why would you say that?" I mumbled, my voice barely audible. His concern was evident as he leaned in, looking more worried now. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You're heating up." I hastily brushed off his concern, feeling my embarrassment surge. "I'm okay," I managed to say, my voice still shaky. His grip on my hand had been firm, but he let go when I tried to escape, and I quickly retreated to the other side of the room. The flush on my cheeks remained, and I couldn't help but wonder why I was reacting this way. It wasn't like me at all.

He laughed really loud at what he heard. I suddenly felt embarrassed at what I said and it was like all my blood had risen to my cheeks because of the extreme heat of them. I feel like they are already so red, it's too hot in here. I pulled my face away so he couldn’t see it. I looked at him as I felt that the redness on my cheeks had somewhat disappeared, he still didn't seem to have finished laughing. “Are you done?” I raised an eyebrow at him which immediately stopped his laughter.

I felt like I was floating, carried away by the rush of sensation. I drew back, gasping for air, as I opened my eyes. He cupped my cheeks, and I felt a light, tingling sensation run through my skin. It was as if tiny pinpricks of electricity were running across my face. My cheeks grew warm, and I could feel the flush of a blush spreading across my face. Why is my body reacting to his every touch?

"You are! Pervert. It happened so fast... I suddenly burst into flames." "Everything has a process ... you will first feel a little heat in your chest ... then it spreads slowly ... a mild heat, but if you are more sensitive you will notice it. Maybe at that time you were too indifferent ... you were not aware of that symptom ... and suddenly you felt a fire inside ... especially because you were very angry with me at that time. Heat can also make a pair of fighting mates make up .. because the more you get angry with your partner .. the heat will get worse. " "Not fair," I replied. I don't agree with this heat system.

He says when I feel another heatwave course through my body, making my cheeks heat up worse. "You're what?" I question when I can't help my eyes from wandering down and stopping at his plump lips. I just look at them a second before I turn my eyes up to meet his again. I find him looking all over my face before he stops at my eyes. You could almost touch the tension between us in the shower, and the burning need for his touch is nearly setting me on fire.

My cheeks flamed anew, the sensitive skin behind my ears burning. The warm air from the oven washed over my face, mingling with the feverish heat rising from within me, making the very air in the kitchen feel thick and heavy with unsaid promises.

So I needed someone to explain to me, the exact reason my pulse was still racing as if I had just sprinted in a marathon? And why the heat in my cheeks had nothing to do with the immense anger I should be feeling instead.

My cheek grew warm hearing him sincerely apologise but I was still hurt, what can his apology do now? “Selena” Chris called with a shaky breath and I glanced up to see his flushed cheeks, he looked…warm, no hot. “The pheromones” He pointed out, and I blinked in surprise upon realising I’d been releasing pheromones unconsciously. I was still trying to shut it out when he took forceful steps toward me.

Bridgett I slammed the bedroom door and leaned against it, gasping for air. My lips were throbbing. I raised a trembling hand to touch them. They felt swollen, sensitive, and hot. So hot. It wasn't just my mouth. A strange, feverish heat was spreading through my veins, starting from my chest and rolling down to my toes. It felt like I had swallowed a mouthful of liquid sunshine. My skin felt too tight for my body. "What did you do to me?" I whispered to the empty room.

_*]: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."