“Don't touch me. Your hands are cold."

Waylen laughed and replied, "They're not cold. They're quite hot."

Rena pulled him over and made him lie beside her, their faces almost touching. She placed her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "I'll sleep with my grandma tonight."

Waylen pressed his forehead against hers and whispered back, “But you're already in bed. You'll get cold if you leave."

Rena knew he wouldn't agree. She started to whine and act Like a spoiled child around him, propping up some terms with him.