Cold hands

Unprepared, we were biking back to the office when it started to sprinkle.

“What’s the matter?”, he asks.

“My hands are freezing”, I answer.

“Here” he says, as he stops, takes out his gloves from his pocket and hands them over. He then starts to cycle away.

I love my husband.

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