Giving you an unamused look, Cross rolled his eyes, biting back the urge to say, “I told you so”. You were being stubborn, per usual, and instead of agreeing with him, you refused to wear a coat, which left you shivering in the snowy weather.

Admit you’re cold. I’m well aware that you are. Your teeth are chattering, and you’re basically as pale as the ground. I let you know the weather beforehand, and advised you to wear something warmer.

Letting out a scoff in annoyance, Cross slid off his own jacket, moving closer so he could slide it over your shoulders with ease. The large jacket was incredibly warm, and smelled exactly like the skeleton. Cross acted annoyed, but he found it to be a cute sight, even though he’d never admit it.