“are you cold?” “not really?” you tried, rubbing your hands together. harsh wind nipped your ski and blew at your hair. sam smirked at you, tilting his head to gaze at you knowingly. “fine, yes, hand it over,” you snapped, accepting the sweater he gave to you. you slid into it comfortably and sighed. “better?” “you have no idea.” you tugged the sleeves over your hands to help the warmth spread. you noticed sam still staring at you. “you know, i get the feeling you’re enjoying this more than i am,” you laughed, cheeks still flushed with cold. he grabbed your hand which fell easily out from the sleeve, interlacing your fingers. “how could i not?” he raised your hand to his lips to place a kiss on you hand. “you’re literally the hottest person to walk earth and you’re mine, do i NOT enjoy this?”