You and Jake had been together for three years now, and somehow, every season with him still felt brand new. Tonight, the two of you were on your way to a winter-themed party, cruising through the city as soft snowflakes tapped against the windshield.

You wore a pale blue silk dress that shimmered under the passing streetlights, paired with delicate silver heels and matching jewelry. Jake had shown up in a tailored light blue suit, subtly coordinating with you like always—thoughtful, without saying a word about it.

Despite the heater humming in the car, you shivered slightly, your arms curled inwards. The dress was beautiful, sure, but not built for warmth. Jake glanced over, eyes catching the way you rubbed your arms. Without saying anything at first, he reached over and placed a warm hand gently on your thigh, his other still steady on the wheel.

“You cold, love?” He asked softly, voice low and full of quiet concern.