Cooling A Heated Argument

(It’s winter, so my hands are always cold, which my boyfriend absolutely hates. He won’t let me touch him until my hands have warmed up. We are both young men in our early twenties, lying in bed talking before going to sleep.)

Me: “You know what they say: cold hands, warm heart; warm hands, cold heart.”

(Silence.)

Boyfriend: “That’s why I like bad boys, because I like warm hands.”

(We both laugh.)

Me: “Hey!”

Boyfriend: “I make the boys bad by making their hands warm.”

(We both crack up.)

Boyfriend: “I don’t know where that came from.”