ALLISON’S POV
I barge into Katy’s room, my gaze darting around, and then slump against the door when I realize she’s not here.
Ugh. How could I forget she’s tutoring Braydon tonight?
I stomp my foot, rake my fingers through my hair, and pace across the floor. Who am I supposed to talk to about what happened in the museum? Seriously, who? And besides, who can even explain Justin better than his own sister?
I am very sure that version of him in the elevator is not the guy I’ve known for two years. That hot, intense, looming-over-me-Justin that almost made me combust, was not human.
Or wait.
I press my hands to my face and let out a breath. Maybe… maybe I’m exaggerating or a bit sensitive. Let’s look at this rationally: the elevator was tiny and Justin…everyone knows Justin has a tempe
