21
ASHTON
Roiling nausea pulled me from sleep, and I swallowed a few times, determined to will away the sudden need to vomit.
My body didn’t listen.
It was the middle of the night, and both Rhett and Skylar slept like the dead as I maneuvered from the heaven between them to hurry for the guest room’s bathroom so my retching wouldn’t wake them.
Violent heaves emptied my stomach, and still I hugged the toilet, my insides attempting to exit up my raw throat.
I ached a little, but I wasn’t feverish, didn’t feel sick beyond the stomach.
Not food poisoning, otherwise I wouldn’t be alone in my misery since we’d all eaten the same dinner.
Definitely a tummy bug…
Memories flooded my brain of my pale twin weak and vomiting with the same kind of force I did.
I retched again, coughing on not
