"Ma."
Catherine froze at the sound of Travis's baritone voice. He had just entered the kitchen where she and Aunt Grace were talking.
She couldn't help but blush as the memory of that morning flooded her mind. She couldn't shake the sensation of the heat and firmness she had felt under her hand. It hadn't been just any object. It was Travis himself.
"Catherine."
Catherine stiffened again, this time at the sound of Aunt Grace calling her name. When she finally regained her composure, she turned to face her.
"Yes, Auntie?" she replied as their eyes met.
Aunt Grace didn't speak immediately. Instead, she studied Catherine with a slight furrow in her brow. "Are you okay?" she asked, her concern obvious. "You’re turning red," she added, noting the deep flush on Catherine's cheeks.
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