You were always cold. No matter what you were freezing. You swore that your blood was blue and you needed a heat lamp, like a lizard.

It was currently 30°C (84°F), you were cozy.

Your boyfriend, Soap, on the other hand hated the heat. He was laying on your wooden floor, in just his boxers and several fans surrounding him. He did look... miserable.

"Darlin'.. I dunno how ye sleep like 'at. 'Tis hot'er than hells sauna" He croaked as he looked at you, sweat beading down his face.