ALLISON’S POV
“We definitely could’ve stayed a bit longer at the party,” I say, nudging the door shut behind us as we step into Justin’s apartment.
“Longer?” He heads straight for the fridge, grabs two bottles of water, and cracks one open. He finishes it in one go, then tosses the second to me. “Why would we stay longer?”
I catch it easily, twisting the cap. “I don’t know.” I shrug, taking a small sip. “Who leaves a party that early? We’re literally in college and there’s a rule somewhere that says you’re supposed to stay until something wild happens.”
When I finish drinking, I twist the cap back on and set the bottle down on the kitchen counter.
“I can take you back,” Justin says. “Or we could stay here and have fun.”
I lift a brow, biting my lip. “What kind of fun?”
He pushes off
