“I know right. I think that part was Bast,” Ivy gets cut off by his kiss, but she couldn’t be happier to be interrupted. She wraps her arms around him, tilting her head to kiss deeper. She grunts softly as she uses what little weight she has to push him backwards onto her bed. 

Beginning to get bored, Winter hums Sorry Not Sorry by Demi Lovato. Her head shifts into a leopard’s and she looks at Sage. “How are you doing? Nice voice by the way.”