With that, she yanked the cashmere blanket up and shoved it back into his arms. "If you're still cold with this, just add another duvet. Mutual respect, remember? You didn't forget our agreement, did you?"
Then she fixed him with an unwavering, fake smile, her eyes clearly gesturing for the door.
Silas had no choice but to nod and walk back to his room.
The moment he stepped out, Alaina marched over and locked the door.
Just as he predicted, well before midnight, the temperature plummeted in a harsh late spring chill.
Lying in bed, even with the extra layers, Alaina felt the biting cold seeping into her bones.
She decided to drop it. There was no point in torturing herself over a petty grudge.
She threw her coat back on and trudged out to the equipment room to flip the switch back on.
Feeling a sudden pang of guilt, she silently cracked open Silas's bedroom door.
Peeking through the gap, she saw that he was already asleep.
She figured she had taught him enough of a lesson for one night.
So she crept inside and quietly adjusted the smart thermostat to turn his heat back on.
Noticing that his bedside lamp was still on, she walked over. Squatting down beside the bed, she couldn't resist mouthing silently: *That's what you get for lying to me.*
She glared at his sleeping face and reached over to click off the lamp.
Suddenly, Silas grabbed her wrist. With a swift, powerful pull, he yanked her onto the bed and pinned her beneath him.
Alaina gasped in shock. Staring up into his triumphant eyes, she yelled angrily, "Silas Summers, you were faking it! You jerk!"

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