Pushing away from the wall, he took two steps forward. “I didn’t expect you to change. What you were wearing before was perfect.” Ivy smirked despite the wobble in her knees. “Is that your way of saying you like seeing me in sundresses?” “Yes,” he said, tone perfectly sincere. Closing her bedroom door, she said, “Well, next time I’ll be sure not to dump a disturbing amount of wine all over myself when I’m wearing one.” Amused, Silas gestured for her to walk with him down the corridor.
