Loving the Bad Boy's name

Chapter 32: Loving the bad boys name: My home is with you

Bree's POV

"Can we just stay here forever?"

It was well into the afternoon and Ryder and I had been in bed all morning. After the rain from yesterday, the weather had done a complete 360, with the sky clearing and the sun coming out. The beaming sunlight reflecting into my room through my curtains was proof of that.

Ryder chuckles from beside me. "For you, anything."

I turn around in Ryder's arms, staring into his eyes as they watched me back intently, before apprehensively asking the question that plagued my mind. "Are you sure you still wanna be with me?"

"Of course." Ryder assures, bringing my body closer to his, if that was even possible. "If I let you go then I'd only have my jaw-dropping good looks to be proud of."

"You're ridiculous." I tell him with a eye roll, getting out of the bed and heading towards my dresser, grabbing a hairbrush and running it through the tangled ends of my dark hair.

"Hey, I know you're staying in New York for at least another year and a half, so it got me thinking about our future."

I grin at the mentioning of Ryder and I's life together, putting my hairbrush away and going back to join him on the bed. "Alright, I'm all ears."

"Okay don't laugh at me..." Ryder starts off, his tone apprehensive, so I interlock my hand with his. I watch as he smiles down at our hands now perfectly fit together before continuing. "...I'm thinking about applying to schools to study architecture. I was doing some research and Columbia has a really good architectural programme and I-"

I cut him off with a kiss.

"Why would I laugh?" I ask in bewilderment. "I think that's amazing Ryder."

He shrugs coyly. "I dunno, we all know I'm not the most studious person around, so maybe you thought me wanting to attend college would be weird."

I shake my head dismissively. "It's not. But I didn't know you wanted to be an architect."

"Well neither did I to be honest..." He shrugs. "But Blake's dad is an architect and we got to talking when I was staying at their place. It sounds pretty interesting."

"You know I'll support you in anything you do. If you want it, then I want it. We're in this together."

Ryder rests his hand on my chin, pulling my face closer to plant his lips on mine. I return the kiss almost instantly, our mouths moulding together and moving perfectly in unison.

"I love you." He mumbles, our lips still connected.

"I love you." I reply, pulling back and smiling reassuringly at him.

"Y'know..." Ryder begins, a teasing tone apparent in his voice. "...since I'll be doing the same career as Blake's dad, maybe you could do the same thing as Blake's mom."

I raise my eyebrow quizzically. "Well what is she?"

Ryder smirks. "A housewife..."

"Ryder, shut up."

Suddenly there's a knock on my bedroom door.

"It's me Richard...your uncle. Are you both decent?"

I smile at his formal tone. "We're good uncle Ricky. Come in."

"Okay, good." He says, pushing open the door and stepping into the threshold of my bedroom. "I'm won't take up too much of your time but I'm going to need you both to start packing."