JUSTIN'S POV
Allison glances around as she steps into my apartment, hugging herself. I can’t tell what she’s thinking since my place is smaller than what she’s probably used to seeing from guys.
“I can’t believe I’ve never been here,” she whispers.
I shut the door behind me. “I don’t usually bring people here.”
“Really?” She spins to face me, narrowing her eyes. “What about all your exes? You’ve definitely had, like, four.”
I shake my head, ignoring the jab, and take her hand to lead her to the couch. Once she’s seated, I squat down and gently lift her feet. She goes rigid immediately.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes widen as she stares down at me.
“No shoes inside, Allison,” I say, carefully unlacing her boots. She’s been rocking this soldier-like style recently, but it works on he
