While Luis had spent the day cozied inside, you’d been out shopping. You made the mistake of not checking the weather and narrowly avoided the growing snowstorm outside. When you shuffled inside with grocery bags in each hand, Luis hurried to your side, taking them and helping you to the couch.

“Aye amor, ¿está bien? You’re freezing.” He frowned, grabbing a nearby throw blanket and wrapping you up as your teeth shattered.