At midnight, Jem and Grey made their way to the pool on the rooftop. Alexander and Micah were already there. Micah was scowling as usual; the two seemed to be in a heated argument. “I’m not taking your f*****g coat, Alexander,” Micah hissed, but Jem could see him shivering from over there.
“Stop being so difficult, Micah, and take the coat,” Alexander replied calmly, pushing the coat further into his chest.
Micah glared up at him. “No.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll get f*****g cold.”
“Aren’t you adorable?” Micah’s scowl deepened as Alexander took the coat and placed it on Micah’s shoulders. Micah lasted a minute before he slipped into it, and Alexander smiled a little as he zipped it up. “Better?”
“Yes,” he grumbled.
“What are you two staring at?” Rosalyn whispered as she looked over her
