This story takes place back when Bridget comes home from Copenhagen for Christmas. B&B, Bridget/Ridge fic.

"Hello?" Ridge answered his cell phone right away.

"Ridge? It's Bridget."

"Bridget? What's up? Where are you?" he asked, concerned.

"I need you to meet me up at Big Bear," she said. "How soon can you get here?"

"Is there something wrong?"

"I really need to talk to you."

"And the only place to do that is up at the cabin?"

"It's the only way to ensure total privacy. Will you come?"

Ridge looked at his watch. "Absolutely. Give me half an hour."

"Ok, I'll see you soon."

"See you, kiddo." He pressed the end button.

Bridget was waiting on the couch when Ridge walked in. He shut the door quietly behind him and observed the setup.

Complete darkness. The only light came from glowing candles.

Bridget patted the couch next to her. "Come over here, sit down."

He walked over and sat next to her. "What's going on?" he asked.

She held his hands. "I know this is weird, but I have to let you know."

"Let me know what?" he asked.

"The real reason I decided to come back for Christmas," she said.

"To be with people who love you?" he guessed.

"To be with you," she corrected him.

"Me?" he asked, surprised.

"Yes. I know this is sick, but you have to know that I'm..." She leaned in closer. "I'm still in love with you."

"In love with me?" He was awed. "Oh, Bridget... This can't happen."

"I need you to tell me honestly if you still have feelings for me," she said.


"Look, it's a simple question," she said.

He squeezed her hands. "Ok, yes. What do you want me to say? I'm married to your mom."

"But you're still into me?"

"Of course. You were there for me through one of the hardest times of my life, and for that I'm very appreciative."

"So there's still something between us, then? It's not just my imagination?"

"Of course not, Beautiful." He leaned in. "I will always love you."

"I'll always love you, too," she whispered. And she kissed him.

"This is so wrong," he said when he pulled away a minute later.

"Then why does it feel so right?"

"Good point," he said. Then he leaned over to kiss her again.

"Make love to me, Ridge," she whispered into his ear in that voice she knew he loved.

"I'm not so sure we should," he whispered back. "I think-"

"Don't think. We both want this," she said. She ran her fingers through his hair. "Please? Ridge, I need this."

How could he resist?

He picked her up and carried her to the master bedroom, which was also dimly lit with candles...