Cheeks Feel Hot Novels & Stories

It felt so warm as if I was sitting beside a fireplace. I could feel the heat coming off from Chen Lan's body, and not only that. I felt as if my body was on fire. I could feel a surge of heat spread up through my neck and cheeks. As a form of physical reflex, my hands naturally moved up to my cheeks, and they really felt hot. "Laia, you're blushing." What the hell?! I turned my head around, straining my neck to come in contact with his face while staying within the umbrella.

I moaned at how that made me feel inside, and it seemed to have an effect on him that one of his hands left the side of my face and was now on my waist, pulling me very close that my body slammed against his, particularly my breasts. His lips tasted expensive wine, making it even sweeter. Thankfully I always use a mouth wash before I go to bed, else, I wonder what my lips would have tasted like… tarts? What did I have for dinner again? “Your breasts .". “...Feels bigger than expected". He said in between kisses, and I chuckled softly, but didn't bother to answer. I've always heen busty, but not like cardi or Nicki. Hehe, not even close .I'm like the outside Billie ellish, the billie we see o

I blurt out, breaking the heavy silence Smooth. He looks at me for a moment before he bursts out laughing, and my face heats like I have some type of fever. I put my hands on my cheeks, wondering momentarily if the poison did get into my bloodstream, and now I’m febrile. “You clearly have flattery mastered,” he sputters after his outburst

Her face was red. As Paige’s cheeks turned rosy under his gaze, Chris grinned and asked, “Why is your face red?” Paige was at a loss for words. Stunned, she blushed harder and felt her face. Her cheeks were burning. “I’m feeling a little hot,” Paige murmured. “Oh?” Chris raised his brow indifferently before giving her a pensive look. Paige looked down nervously and shyly, her lashes fluttering. “Why are you out here if you feel hot? You should enjoy the air-conditioning in the room,” Chris asked.

Rochelle My gums began to itch, my skin felt hot and as if a million ants were crawling all over me. Sweat began to bead on my forehead and roll down into my eyes, burning them, a soft whimper came from my throat as hot searing pain radiated in my stomach. I wrapped my arms around myself tighter, when his voice softly spoke, “it’s starting, go on lay day, remove the shirt if your too hot, I won’t look.”

It makes me blush and I can feel how my cheeks are heating up. I try to hide it putting my hands on my face in a bid to cool them down, fanning a bit of air in my direction. My heart feels like it’s about to burst and I feel a little embarrassed as everyone is sat there smiling at me. I quickly grab for my cup taking another sip of drink, in the hope it will help.

The heat on my body was so much for me to contain. “Your crotch… Bullet, it is touching my behind…” I said in a timid voice. I hate that this burning feeling on my core is making me go timid in a way that all of sass is now out of my system. “Hmm?” He said and then I stared at his face. His cheeks were burning red as well as his ears. This is the same color of his cheeks and ear when we are doing that kind of thing that I know I should not be thinking right now.

I tried to wake him up, but there is no response coming from him, only a wincing face can be seen on his face. Now my chest was slightly beating faster as I feel anxious about what is happening. Is he alright? What is happening with him? I can touch bases for head thinking that what I have felt is something that is just part of my illusion, but then. This is what I have expected. He was hot. Not in the manner that he would look at tractive to me, but he was hot, literally hot. He is burning hot in fever.

he asked, his voice low and teasing. "How hot?" she asked, meeting his grey eyes. "Hot enough that I really just want to have sex," he said, his voice trailing off, a hint of a grin playing on his lips. Her cheeks flushed almost instantly. "Are you feeling that kind of heat, too?" he teased. "Um... I don’t know," she stammered, fanning herself with her hands. But now, she could feel her own warmth rising—maybe even a heat like his.

"No, no, I'm fine. It's just warm in here. I was just about to go adjust the thermostat." "Warm? Baby, it's 67 degrees in here." He said. I swallowed. "Really? I'm...maybe it's a fever. I do feel a lot hotter than usual. May I go step outside for a minute?" I don't even remember if my father actually answered me, but once I was outside, I let out the breath I was holding as I folded my arms around my body. My skin still tingled where Angelo had started to kiss me, and the sensation still remained on the parts of me where he touched. I reached up to feel my own cheeks, realizing that I really had become hot to the touch. My face burned, and my heart raced. When I glanced at the window, Ramona