FIA
Reed and I lay tangled in each other's arms, my fingers trailing lazily over his chest. My skin was warm and flushed from being tangled up with him.
His, on the other hand, remained unbelievably cool to the touch—almost as if we had not just done what we did. I tilted my head, my chin resting just below his collarbone as I gazed at him.
“Do you ever get warm?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him suspiciously, and he laughed softly, the sound vibrating against my cheek as his eyes met mine. “Nope.” I asked why; I'd never met anyone whose skin fell like his and stayed that way.
Reed revealed that he had a condition and began to explain it to me. "It's called Cutaneous Thermal Regulation Dissonance."
I blinked. “That sound made up.”
“It’s not,” he said, totally straight-faced. “CT
