Ivy pauses before putting a hand on his back, not hugging him back but not doing nothing. [i]Physical contact... well that was quick.[/i] She’s very uncomfortable, but hides it. She looks at Devon over his shoulder. She’d grown a few inches, but just enough to barely look over Jacob’s shoulder. 

Winter blushes, and grabs a pair of black gladiator sandals, busting herself with putting them on. “I can see how she would think that. Not a lot of guys give their opinions on how a girl looks unless their dating or he’s gay. Then there was the hand holding...” she stands up, looking down at herself. Her face is a bright red as she looks at him. “So what do you think? Are we?” [i]Are we in love?[/i]