hot-button

Gay marriage was the hot-button fight on the left and right.

Clad in a blue, striped button-down, a silver watch adorning his left wrist, Huckabee beams on the cover.

Everybody is trapped in an elevator together and tempers run a little hot.

Even the hot Jewish women I mentioned above did something a bit more “intellectual” than pageantry: acting.

There was deep brown flesh, and bronze flesh, and pallid white flesh, and flesh turned red from the hot sun.

In the drawing-room things went on much as they always do in country drawing-rooms in the hot weather.

“You appear to feel it so,” rejoined Mr. Pickwick, smiling at the clerk, who was literally red-hot.

"I verily believe they're gone to look at my button," cried Davy, beginning to laugh, in spite of his fears.

Nearly half the regiment ran to secure their picketed horses, armed themselves in hot haste, and galloped to the gaol.

News came that the rebels were plundering the British quarters, and the infantry went there in hot haste.