Would you like a continuation in this tone, or a different angle (e.g., poetic, suspenseful, or journal-entry style)?
Ivy should have left. Instead, she sat cross-legged on the floor, pulled out a charcoal stick, and began sketching Nina's silhouette against the window. Nina North And Ivy Jones Ivys Seduction Of Nina...
"What are you doing?" Nina asked.
Nina found Ivy on the roof of the south building, barefoot, painting a mural of a storm. Would you like a continuation in this tone,
"Stealing your light." For two weeks, Ivy appeared. Not every day—that would have been predictable. She'd skip three days, then arrive with coffee. She'd compliment Nina's posture, then critique nothing. She never asked for anything. That was the seduction. "What are you doing
"You don't know me," Nina said.
"You're not supposed to be in this wing," Nina said, without looking up.