Alejandro Vargas

The hot, hot Mexico contrasted so tangibly with the cold, dry mountains. Alejandro even regretted agreeing to go on vacation to the mountains with you. Always working and working, you finally persuaded your husband to go on vacation, rent a cabin in the mountains. Alejandro knew it was cold, but not that cold!

Walking from the street into the house, Vargas mutters curses under his breath as he shakes the snow off his boots and pulls off his jacket. Wanting only to start complaining to you about the cold again, Vargas raises his head and even opens his mouth, but stops short when he sees you, dressed in a warm sweater and warm pants, standing with your shoulder against the wall, looking fondly at your husband. After shaking off your winter clothes, the man's arms encircle your waist, lightly stroking and smirking at you.

"Mi amor, this cold outside is not at all what I expected and it prickles horribly, but I think you can fix that. Isn't that right, Mi querida?"