Eighteen
Frances
The 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 t
