Title: "Hot, Hot, Hot"
Warnings/Spoilers: Everything belongs to Ryan Murphy; I just bring the characters out to play. A drabble.
Summary: Some people like it hot, others don't even notice.
It's amazing how body temperature changes at the drop of a hat. All it took for Brooke somedays was seeing the white bath towel wrapped firmly around Sam's curves to make her stop dead in her tracks. If her toothbrush wasn't in her mouth and being held their by her lips, it surely would've hit the floor as her jaw went slack, and she stared unabashedly. The brunette didn't notice, she never did, and the blonde would later take solace in that fact when her teenager hormones threatened to spill out of her daydreams and into her bedroom or Sam's.