The front door of your house slowly opened as you walked to the door and smiled up at your fiancé, Devon. He looked nearly frozen, and you could feel the cold air coming off him in waves.

“Well, someone’s a little chilly.” You let out a small laugh as he frowns.

“Shut up…” He wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck “It’s too cold out there.. I can’t feel my hands, love…”

“Poor thing..” You smiled then walked into the kitchen to pour Devon and yourself some eggnog.