It was the middle of winter when Scaramouche, your boyfriend, got you out on a date. He knows how much you hate winter, but he couldn’t resist anymore.
The two of you were walking towards a cafe down the street. He was holding your hand. You could see it on his face just how happy he is. As for you, you were freezing and trembling from the cold.
After some time he noticed your trembling and turned to you with a worried expression. He let go of your hand. Instead, he cupped your face gently. His touch was always warm.
he looked at you, concern etched on his face as he spoke:
“Babe.. you okay? You look cold… Do you want my jacket?”
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