Kate was wearing loose-fitting lounge pants made of thin fabric. As Ivy's hands fumbled near her pocket, trying to grab the phone, Kate found it hard to maintain her usual composed elegance. She twisted slightly, attempting to evade Ivy's mischievous grasp.
"Ivy Green!" Kate's tone was stern, like a teacher scolding a naughty student, her gaze sharp and filled with authority.
"Please give me your phone!" Ivy shifted from forceful to pleading. "Pretty please, I'm begging you!"
Kate's ears tinged with a subtle blush, a warmth creeping up as if she had been softly scorched.
"Get up first," Kate demanded.
Ivy adjusted her position, resting her chin just below Kate's collarbone. "If I get up, will you give me the phone?"
Looking down at the girl sprawled over her, Kate's usual downward gaze was now an upward one, adding a lazy allure to her demeanor. Yet her voice remained cold and serious. "If you get up, I'll give it to you."