[as kim aims to cool off with her glass of fruit infused wine, robbie grabs another beverage from the table, also chilled. this one tastes of citrus and berries and yet is equally useless in chasing away the heat that is quickly overtaking his body. he swallows, throat immediately parched as soon as the beverage is swallowed.

at least, it is until kim presses a hand against his cheek.

the effect is nearly immediate. sweet, sweet relieft. if just a hand on his cheek feels this good, he wonders how it will feel if he leans his forehead against hers. the short answer? amazing. robbie takes it as a sign to pull her closer, hands grasping at her waist as he presses his face against the column of her throat, feels as if an ice cold blast of air hits his skin.]

Feels good if I touch you. Otherwise, I keep burning up. I didn't think this would happen if we had stuff off the table.