𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝟏)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎

"It's really fucking hot in here," Joey gasped, flapping his hand around in a fanning motion, his other hand perched on his hip. "Open the door." He demanded, out of breath and cheeks flushed.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance: Tossing the grey towel I was using to dry my hair—somewhere behind me. "You're so dramatic," I tossed over my shoulder as I reluctantly stalked toward the dark oak door, lined with small details I couldn't care enough to describe.

I peered over my shoulder and caught him gaping at me in disbelief. "You only say that because you can't physically feel hot or cold!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air in a mini-tantrum. He wasn't wrong, My body temperature stayed regulated and neutral due to the effects of my ability.

My ability fucked with some of the nerve cell receptors deep in my body, that usually stimulate signals to my body's temperature. While most people's body got cold, my body stayed warm. That allowed my body to stay heated when it was cold, and made me numb to the feeling of heat because my body was already so used to it.

I wasn't always used to it.

But it didn't mean I couldn't feel when things were cold, I could still feel the freezing sensation on my skin if someone had pressed an ice cube or something freezing to my skin, but it wouldn't affect my body temperature. I was stuck feverishly warm.

I rolled my eyes, and repressed a groan of annoyance as I reached for the silver, metal doorknob. "Okay, You can stop complaining now, your voice is so inconvenient to my ears I want go deaf." I grumble scrunching my nose in disgust as I whip the door open.

I almost jump when I see two people waiting outside of it: I just blink and stare as every insult on my tongue fades away and I focus in on the two girls outside of my door. My eyes widen in shock and I feel my lips part as I take in the surprising sight.

Olive toned skin and big, blue eyes wide with shock, and a pink pouty pair of lips, parted slightly open. Long, luscious brown hair cascaded down her slim shoulders, and the strands were damp and wavy. loose hairs stuck to her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed. Her hand was frozen in the air, like she was about to knock But I interrupted it.

She blinked at me, and I blinked at her. Her eyes dropped downward, and I watched as she scoped up my body with slow precision, she looked like she was memorizing every dip and curve and I wanted to move but I didn't. Why won't I move? And this strange type of heat coursed down my body, it was unfamiliar and uncomfortable feeling.

Like she had just realized what she was doing, her eyes jumped back up to mine and her frozen hand dropped to her side. My eyes went against my mind and scoped down her body, lightning fast.

She was only in a pair of light grey sweatpants that rested low on her hips, and her matching tank top had bundled up at the curve of her waist, just above her bellybutton: Showcasing her long torso and lean legs. And my eyes paused on her thighs, thick and suffocating in her sweatpants.