James laughed again, a little longer. He got up, sat for a moment on the edge of the bed, glanced at Ivy's face reddened by the sun, then got out of bed.
James grabbed his clothes and put them back.
"You were right," James winked at Ivy.
"So tell me…"
Ivy took a deep breath. As I thought, it was too hard to believe someone like James could change a hundred and eighty degrees in half a day.
Impossible!
"What are you planning?"
"Something that can make me more excited."
"And what is that?" Ivy tried to figure this out through James' face which was again smiling broadly at her. "You want to torture me again? What is it this time?"
"Kind of," James chuckled as he hooked the head of his belt, then grabbed his uniform.
"You are pure evil," Ivy looked away from James' face.
