Ivy slides a hand inside Jacob’s shirt, not thinking anything of it. She wraps her other arm around his head, savoring the feel of his hair on her skin. “Gods I forget how good you are,” she moans into the kiss. 

Winter gives an easy laugh. “It’s alright. I don’t actually look this way, it’s just magic. I’m a little bored with myself so I might as well make something about me interesting,” she gives a playful smile. “I’m alright. I just pray you stomach drama well, because well, I don’t know what it is about this group but I barely know them and I feel like my life is operatic.”