Iva’s P.O.V.
The waiter arrives and begins arranging our dinner on the table. The scent is mouthwatering. There is spiced pasta, warm garlic bread, and some kind of sizzling grilled meat that makes my stomach growl.
“Wow…” I can’t able to tear my eyes away from the food.
Will leans to the side, his hand still wrapped around my fingers. Then, with a subtle gesture, he signals the waiter to bend down before whispering something in his ear.
The waiter nods and walks away without a word.
I raise a brow at Will. “What did you say to him?”
He smirks, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ll get to know.”
I narrow my eyes but let it go. “Anyway… all of this looks so delicious.”
“Not more than your lips, Professor.” His gaze slides down to my mouth like he’s starving for more than just fo
