“Yes.”
“Then I’m up for it.”
We hold each other and kiss.
“Are you going to put in an application?” Flynn asks.
“Yes.”
“Who knows? You might be able to move in before graduation. You could show it off to your parents.”
I whistle. “They’ll be blown off their feet with a graduation ceremony, flat tour, and meeting my boyfriend in one day.”
“They might be too excited about the first two to remember to be mad at me,” Flynn mumbles.
“They love you.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He squeezes my hands. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop. I’m just worried. I hate that I came between you and Billy. I don’t want to come between you and your parents, too.”
“It wasneveryour fault that Billy and I fell out.”
Flynn tilts his head and stares at me. “Then what was the reason?”
I look away. “Billy is an arsehole. End of story.”
“Jimmy—”
I kiss him. “Let’s go sort things out with the estate agent.”
“All right.”
We lock up and take the stairs down to the foyer. I wouldn’t want to use the stairs if I were carrying shopping, but wouldn’t mind the rest of the time.
“What did you think?” the agent asks.
“I’d like to put in an application.”
“Wonderful!” She pulls a form from her folder, which doubles as a clipboard, and hands it to mewith a pen. I fill everything in, and give it back to her.
“I’ll let you know the outcome as soon as possible,” she says.
Flynn holds up crossed fingers on both hands.
“I’m glad I was able to show you somewhere you liked.” The agent shows us out.
The moment we’re in the car, my phone rings.
“It’s Mum.”
“Want me to wait outside?”
“Don’t be daft.” I take the call. “Hi, Mum.”
“How are you?”
“Fine. Did you get my message?”
“Yes, that’s why I’m calling. We’d love to come to your graduation ceremony. We’ll come the day before, if that’s all right with you? Have a look around Leeds a bit.”
