Birthday Boy (Part two)

Ife walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body and hair. She looked amazing even when wet. I gave her a peck and rushed into the bathroom. I stepped out of the bathroom to see Ife already dressed in a yellow shirt and blue jeans reminding me that Funke had brought some of her clothes here when we went to Paris.

Walking into my closet, I dressed up in a simple white tee shirt and blue jean trousers. Pulling on the silver bracelet that Ife gave me.

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously but she just smirked, sitting on the bed and looking back at her phone while answering a message.

"Just out." She said vaguely and I crept up to her and she moved back but I was faster, I pulled her towards me and tickled her.

"Where are we going?" I asked slower but she was already in a fit of laughter. I remember she's very ticklish.

"It's not going to happen," she said in between laughs, and I gave up. I removed my hands and helped her up.

She pulled me downstairs, carried a basket