I also laid out a shirt, shorts, and boxers on the small couch. He needed to change.

I couldn't help but wonder why Ash drank so much. Was he dealing with something serious? Is he thinking about something?

“It’s none of my business,” I muttered. “Just help him out and leave.”

“Sapphire…” he murmured as I unbuttoned his polo shirt.

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m not planning anything inappropriate. Don’t flatter yourself.”

Even drunk and with his eyes closed, I ...