Winter sighs again. “What the hell do you want me to do? I get it if you want space, but I’m not a mind reader.” Her voice is calm, but a little frustrated. “Do you actually want to spend time with me or what?”
“What’s wrong, lover boy? Am I too much for you?” Ivy purrs in his ear, lightly kissing his neck. She breaks away, and starts to walk away, chuckling. She turns back and winks at him.
Winter huffs. ’Well he was being awful bitchy about it but whatever.’ ’I wonder..’ ‘What?’ ’Is he on his period?’ Winter busts out laughing, and she holds her side. “Sorry,” she gasps to Arthur.
Ivy walks away to ensure everyone’s taken care of and to prepare for the dessert rush.
Devon walks into the shadows, letting them ripple behind him, and draws his scythe, going though his motions for a while. After a hour or so, he walks back out into the living room, and sits on the couch, reading a book.