Frances
FrancesThe bathroom door opened and Ivy tiptoed out in her pink pyjamas, looking a little shy about the shortness of her bottoms. She jumped onto her side of the mattress, diving under the covers. “Did you change the bucket?”
I nodded, nestling under my duvet. “Yeah, I did it while you were changing.”
“Thanks.” She groaned. “Ugh, I forgot to turn the light off.”
“I’ll get it,” I said, tossing the covers off and getting up. Even with the lights dimmed, it wasn’t quite dark. The moonlight coming in through the large windows illuminated the living room enough that I caught Ivy staring at me.
Self-conscious, I pulled my tank top down and quickly got under the blankets again, even though it was hot in the room. The radiators blasting heat to dry everything were quickly turning the
