(Asher's POV)
My heart nearly stopped the moment I saw Anna standing there—frozen at the doorway, her hand still resting on the doorframe. She looked like she'd been hit by a truck: mouth slightly parted, brows furrowed, her eyes locked on me and her mother.
Ivy pulled away from me as quickly as her body would allow, hastily adjusting her blouse. We had no idea how long Anna had been standing there, watching us.
"I'll give you two a moment," Ivy muttered, shame trailing her voice as she walked past her daughter like a ghost, her heels echoing through the silence.
Anna's expression hardened as she crossed her arms,"What were… you two doing?"
I cleared my throat. "N-nothing. We were… just making tea!"
She stood still, eyes on me, her expression unreadable—pale, quiet, piercing.
"Asher…" she finally said, "was she kissing you?"
