ANNE’S POV

I was sitting on the counter in the kitchen, keeping Lydia company and helping with things that I could. I blushed whenever I remembered what transpired between Cam and I in this same space weeks ago.

To think that it has been almost a month now and the memory was still fresh in my mind.

"Anne, are you okay?" Lydia asked, with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"What?! No, nothing is wrong?" I said as I tried to get myself together.

"You sure? Your whole face looks so red." She was teasing me. I just knew it.

"Lydia stop it." I squirmed in the stool I was...