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“I wanted to talk to you about this at home, but now is a good time, I guess.”
“About what?”
“I’m not leavin’, Olson.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m gonna transfer out here. To this club,” he tells me. Shock doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel. He can’t do that. I’ve seen the way he was with his club and his family. I can’t let him do that. Not for me.
“You can’t.” I sit up now, taking the sheet with me as I glare at him.
“Why can’t I? Cooper okayed it for me. Cage will understand,” he tells me.
“That’s your home, Ridge. You can’t leave it because of me.”
“I can’t leave you either, Olson. Don’t you get that? Do you think I want to leave them behind? I don’t, but I want you more,” he confesses to me. I’m shocked the words even left his mouth. I don’t think anyone has ever wanted me like that.
“You do?”
“Of course I do. I don’t want to be without you.”
“But you can’t leave, Ridge. It’s not right.”
“I don’t know how to make it work if I don’t,” he tells me. “I’m not the long-distance kind of guy.”
“I could quit. I could come home.”
“No. That’s not what you want.”
“I want you, Ridge.”
“And I want you too. That’s why me transferin’ out here is the best choice.” I shake my head. I don’t like this or that he’s doing this for me. I don’t want him to. I want him with his family, but I also want him with me. It’s a fucked up situation we’re in, but I know what I need to do.
“I was thinking about taking some time off anyway,” I admit to him. He rolls over and shoves himself up so he’s sitting next to me.
“Why?”
“It’s just a lot. I miss being home. I miss doing my own thing,” I tell him. It’s not a lie. I miss being home. I miss thewinter, miss the fun I used to have with old friends back home. It’s nice here. I love being here, too, but it isn’t home.
“You’re not just sayin’ that shit to me?”
“No. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I want to try out that art room you made for me,” I try to reassure him. Ridge leans in and presses his lips to mine in a soft, sweet kiss.
“Don’t do this for me, Olson. I’m good with comin’ here,” he tells me. I nod my head.
“And I appreciate that, but I want to be home.”
“Then let’s do it. Let’s go home.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow. Tonight, we celebrate just like we planned on doin’.”
“I was supposed to be at an event tonight, you know.”
“I know. And you can still go if you want to.”
“Really? Would you go with me?”
