Unscramble Warmth Novels & Stories

Dad seemed to be wavering, and I was about to beg again when Trevor's gentle voice cut in. "Uncle Richard, he'll be fine. The sauna is only set to seventy-nine degrees. That's practically room temperature." My eyes widened. Impossible. He was lying. The floor was already burning my feet. There was no way it was only seventy-nine degrees. The heat around me sliced across my skin like knives. When I forced my head up, I saw the temperature glowing on the sauna display. One hundred forty degrees. Dad thought I was lying for sympathy. In his anger, he cranked the temperature up another eighteen degrees.

And the reason why I was so irritated today was because we didn't talk all day. "Aren't you feeling cold?" He asked coming closer to me as I shook my head, arranging the hair that he ruffled. "Wear something warm Myra." He said but shaking my head I hugged him tightly. "This is warm." I mumbled in his chest as he chuckled wrapping his arms around me. "You're hot." He said keeping his hand on my arm as I chuckled hearing him. "I know." I joked but he broke the hug and looked at me seriously, frowning.

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Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red. I brought the collar slightly closer to my face, and even with the dried coffee, that intoxicating scent of luxury, a fresh cedarwood, expensive cologne, and crisp winter air that lingered faintly on the threads. It was a smell that belonged to someone who ruled the world, completely different from a nobody like me. But the brief rush of heat in my chest was instantly crushed by a cold wave of pure terror.

Anderson's mother smiled at him before caressing his face. "Thanks, Mom." Anderson smiled at his mother. She really is the best, he thought. "If you get hungry, there's food on the table." Stella kissed her son's forehead and said goodbye. She needs to go to work. Anderson went to the kitchen and checked the food. After seeing what his mother cooked lunch, Anderson smiled widely. His mother is the only woman who would never hurt him. ------

C W T C H (Welsh) (n.) a warm, affectionate hug, cuddle or snuggle that gives a feeling of a safe place or home. Eunae was strolling by the beach and basking in the morning sun when she met a little girl playing in the sand.

Soft. Warm.

The warmth. The light. Gone.

Sometimes, I could even sense Howard's strong arms brushing past my chest. Heat bubbled up inside me, and without thinking, my legs clenched together. My chest was a mix of heat and pressure, and it felt like my whole body was firing up. "What's in this oil, it's so... whoa!" I barely got the words out when Howard's sudden squeeze drew a yelp from me. Howard's breath was a warm whisper in my ear. "Don't worry, ma'am," he said softly. "This warmth you're feeling is totally normal. It's just part of the treatment, helps you relax and eases any discomfort."