Winter hums in surprise, but she finds herself matching his kiss. When she feels the desire to escalate, she gently breaks the kiss with an apologetic smile. “Maybe after the wedding? Hopefully it falls through. Your still coming, right? It won’t be too awkward?”

When Jacob tells her that it’s Winter’s wedding, Ivy gasps a little and quickly stands up, then she winces and sits back down, holding her head. “Fucking head rush,” she mutters. She stands and frowns, tilting her head at Jacob’s last statement. Then she sighs in realization. “What did Arty do this time?”