We lay there, cozy under the blanket, with my hand resting on his chest and my head on his shoulder. He adjusted the pillow for more comfort, then placed his hand on top of mine. His hand was cold, as usual.

_Your hands are always cold, and your feet too. You must have a cold heart as well.

I joked, while tangling my legs with his. He looked at me with a soft gaze and asked

_Do you really think I have a cold heart?

I knew he was teasing me back, but his voice had an endearing tone that made me hesitate. How could I say yes to such a question?

_No, I don't think you have a cold heart.

I reassured him.

_You're a nice guy.

He smiled at me, and we both settled back into the cozy warmth of each other's embrace.