Young Love (Bloomfield #4) Read Online Free PDF

Honor Jacobs.
    Mom and I had bought me a small sectional from Ikea, along with a coffee and side table. My TV was small, but it worked, and I didn’t watch much television anyway.
    The kitchen didn’t have room for a table, but we’d gotten some nice stools to sit up against the counter. It looked great, in my opinion. I threw a blanket over the back of the couch, and straightened the rug beneath the table.
    Flicking on the table lamp, I took another look around and gave myself a proud nod. Perfect.
    There wasn’t much room for me to practice my routine, but it would be easy enough to push back the furniture. I’d washed the windows and vacuumed off the curtains. The place was as clean as it was going to get.
    The apartments on campus probably would have been newer, but I liked this one. It was still close to school, and close to the studio, but cheaper. Cheaper was good. I didn’t make a ton working at the studio, and I wouldn’t have time to pick up a second job.
    A knock on the door had me jumping in surprise. Turning down the music, I went to open it, checking through the peephole first.
    “Hey, girl,” I said, opening the door.
    Cat smiled widely, waltzing in. “Hey, Billy Elliot.”
    I shut the door behind her, groaning. “Don’t you start. I just got away from that nickname.”
    She laughed. “You’ll never get away from it. Not with Perrie around.” She walked into the sitting area and looked around before turning to me. “It looks great in here!”
    I smiled. “Thanks.”
    “Have you been cleaning all day?”
    I nodded. “I like to be organized.”
    She glanced around again. “Apparently,” she muttered. Facing me, she said, “We were going to order some pizza, so I thought maybe you’d like to come over and partake?”
    My stomach growled loudly just then.
    “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said with a laugh.
    “It’s a yes,” I said. “Let me just grab a quick shower and I’ll be right over.”
    “Okay. Do you have any preferences for your pizza?”
    “Nope. Whatever you get will be fine by me.” I hurried into the kitchen and grabbed my wallet, pulling out a ten. “Here.”
    She waved me off. “Don’t worry about it.”
    “Are you sure?”
    She nodded. Heading to the door, she opened it and threw me a quick wink. “I’m not the one paying, so I’m definitely sure.”
    I laughed as she shut the door behind her. Typical Cat. It was probably her brother paying. Shaking my head, I went into the bedroom and grabbed some clothes before going to take a quick shower.
     
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    The water pressure sucked. I was going to have to get someone over to take a look at it. There was no way I could take a shower under a trickle of water for the rest of the year
    Wiping at the foggy mirror, I applied a bit of mascara and lipstick before drying my hair. The light over the vanity flickered every time I turned the hairdryer on. Something else I would have to get someone to look at. Figures the place would have some minor issues, considering the building was from the mid nineteen hundreds.
    By the time I was done throwing on some sweatpants and tank top, twenty minutes had passed.
    Walking out into the main room, my steps froze as my eyes landed on a figure standing in my apartment. My stomach dropped as panic washed over me, my body instantly breaking out into a cold sweat, until the person turned in my direction and I was met with familiar blue eyes.
    Grey stood there, seeming even larger in my small living area. He looked out of place amongst all my feminine decor.
    We stared at each other in silence for a split second while I got my breath back. It had been a week since I last saw him. He’d disappeared at the recital - not that I had looked for him. Okay, I totally had. It was as if my eyes had a mind of their own when it came to him, always eager for one more view of his perfect face and physique.
    “What are you doing here?” I finally managed. I tried to ignore the way the initial