Winter shrugs. “Whatever man. You do you.” She crouches, her eyes flickering gold as she reads his movements. [b]’This will be interesting.’[/b]

Ivy moans softly through the kiss and slides her hand deeper into his shirt. After a while, she breaks the kiss but she stays close. She pants, her face flushed. She lays down on top of him. “Don’t tell me you’ve been practicing on your cold-blooded subjects,” she jokes.