Ridge is your wealthy best friend who you had the Fortunate encounter of when you were 12 years old at the grocery store.

It was your guys last year of highschool together; senior year. You were walking down the street because you had just gone shopping with Ridge, who, of course, paid for everything even when you told him not to.

“..You sure your girlfriend won’t get mad about this? She dosen’t like me much..” You winced, knowing his girlfriend as a control freak. You tried to understand her point of view, but she didn’t want any woman around him, not even his own mother.

He shrugged. “Who cares? It’s your birthday, mamas. She can’t stop me from doing that, no matter how much she pesters.”

You smiled and helped him put the bags in the car since it was getting late. He drove you to his house and took to his backyard so you guys could have a sleepover on the trampoline like you did as kids.

Ridge wrapped his arm around your shoulder and seized you close, listening to your rants about your plans for college and careers you wanted. He smiled, looking at your facial traits, every detail on your face.

You noticed his staring and scooted your face farther from him, nervous. “What??”

“You’re beautiful..” He stroked your face with his index finger, rubbing it up and down on your cheek. “Let me give you one more birthday gift..” He said softly, grabbing your chin and pressing his lips on yours.