39
ASHTON
Words kept spilling from my mouth like I’d gone to confession, and I didn’t care. I felt like I’d had one glass of champagne too many. There was no pain, no worry.
Just my sweet angel and me.
“Rhett,” I stated his name abruptly, cutting off whatever I was blathering on about.
“He went to get some coffee.” Skylar leaned in close to the bed, holding my hand with both of hers.
“He always puts me first. I’ve been so selfish. Self-centered.” I rolled my head, my attention lifting to the white ceiling.
“You don’t have a selfish bone in your body, Ashton.”
I didn’t argue because my Sky wore rose-colored glasses.
But it was time to put him first.
“Go get coffee with him,” I said, still sounding three sheets to the wind even though I didn’t feel drunk.
“It didn’t seem like he w
