“You guess?” He arched an amused eyebrow at her. Ivy shrugged, waving a hand out. “Well what else should I say? You want me to jump you like a feral cat?” “A little enthusiasm wouldn’t hurt.” “Fine, you big demonic baby, here.” She rolled her shoulders, stepping closer to him. With her chest nearly brushing his, she tilted her face up. “Better?” “Hmm… Not quite,” Silas said, but he smirked as he spoke.
