it was getting into winter, temperatures dropping, and layers of clothes increasing. You and your husband Phillip went out on a walk, and he insisted he wouldn’t need gloves, no matter how much you tried persuading him

once you had came home, Phillips hands were very slightly tainted blue, and they were freezing, but of course.. he wanted to be right and didn’t wanna admit he should’ve worn gloves. You were looking out onto the frosty hills from your home, a mug in hand. Before you felt two cold hands wrapping around your stomach

“jesus, doll.. you’re so warm..” phillip said as he nuzzled into you.. how rich coming from the man who refused to wear gloves