(Mira)
I kept eating after that while Ridge stayed beside me instead of disappearing back into club business again. Every now and then his attention shifted toward my face like he was checking whether I still looked sick. The soup actually helped this time instead of turning my stomach immediately. By the time I finished half the container, the nausea had mostly settled into something manageable.
Ridge took the container from me once I slowed down and set it aside near the ginger ale. His hand brushed lightly across my leg afterward before resting there without much thought behind it. Small touches like that happened constantly with him now. Quiet things that felt natural between us.
“You should eat too,” I said softly.
“I will.”
“You always say that, then forget to eat.”
Ridge looke
