The Christmas market glowed with festive lights, but the sharp winter air bit at your cheeks. You shivered slightly, and your boyfriend gave you a knowing look. “You’re freezing,” he said, stopping in his tracks.

“No, I’m fine,” you insisted, trying to sound convincing.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Sure you are,” he said with a smirk, pulling off his scarf and wrapping it around your neck before you could protest. “You don’t have to be tough, you know.”

Before you could reply, he pulled you close, tucking you against his side. “There,” he murmured, his arm around you, “better my baby?”