Bianca’s POV
I stood outside my small apartment, looking up at the building. I was going to miss this place so dearly. Even if it wasn't much, it was still my home. The place I come back to after the day's hurdles. The walls were painted a dull gray, and the windows were small, but it was cozy. I had lived here for three years, and it was where I had built my life. Leaving didn't feel right in any way, at least not yet, but then… I have created a mess and I have to clean it up.
Just then, Hayes pulled up in his sleek, black car and got out. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a white shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders. His hair was perfectly messy, and his eyes sparkled in the sunlight.
“What are you doing?” I asked, surprised. I wasn't expecting him here. He stared at me an
