She lifted a gloved hand to fan her hot cheeks.

Then she sat on the floor and pressed her hot cheek against the metal wall of the stall.

They felt the cool night wind on their hot cheeks.

Even the cliffs rocky surface felt good against his hot, sweaty cheek.

She brushed tears of shame off her hot cheeks, but it was too late to stop now.

Her cheeks hot with shame, she rushed away from the church door.

She rose hastily and turned away, palms pressed to her hot cheeks.

The breeze played over her hot cheek, cool in the night.

When she quieted, he ran cool fingers across her hot cheek.

Merrill put her hands against her hot cheeks for a moment.