The night had been perfect, with the stars above them and the city lights below. But as they lay there, lost in the moment, Noah felt a sudden chill. A drop of water landed on his forehead, followed by another on his cheek. He sat up abruptly, realizing what was happening. "s**t, it's raining," he muttered, scrambling to his feet.
He dashed for the shelter of the rooftop shade, expecting Alison to follow. But when he turned back, he saw her standing in the rain, arms outstretched and face turned up to the sky. The rain fell harder now, drenching her in seconds, but she didn't seem to mind. Instead, she spun slowly, a laugh escaping her lips as she embraced the downpour.
Noah watched her, torn between annoyance and awe. The practical part of him wanted to drag her under cover before they
