Iva’s P.O.V.
“Did you change your mind, Professor?” As Will asks, his eyes gleam with anticipation.
Oh no. The way I pulled him into the empty classroom, of course he thinks I’ve finally given in to my desires.
But I haven’t.
I’m here just to warn him.
“Will, stop it. Stop looking at me like that. All the time. With that look,” I say, glaring at him.
The light in his eyes dims. “So you pulled me in here just to lecture me?”
I nod. “Yes. Because you need to understand that this can’t go on. I’m your professor—”
He leans closer, and my words die in my throat. His breath brushes against my skin, making me shiver.
He’s too close. Too dangerous.
“So, why were you ogling your student’s body this morning?” He asks, his voice deep and husky, his dark eyes glued to me.
My eyes widen
