Stuffy This room is stuffy. That was all I was thinking about. I was on the bed, wide awake. You were spooning around me, your legs between mine. On other days, I would snuggle closer to you, our scents enveloping us in a cocoon. But not tonight. Not while the air conditioning system wasn't working. Sweat trickled down between my breasts. That's it, I thought. I removed your arm from me and got up. I opened the window, closing my eyes as the night air breezed through. Perfect. I smiled. As I got back into bed, I noticed you were awake. I laid down on the sheets and you pulled me to you. "No. I'm feeling hot right now," and removed your arm around me. "I can make you hotter," you whispered devilishly into my ear. You pulled me closer and kissed my neck. I shivered, and it wasn't because of the cold night air.