Will’s P.O.V.
Iva is now lying in my arms again. I feel so much at peace when I hold her close to me like this.
I know she is right that we need to talk about our relationship. But I’ve been avoiding it. Every time she brings it up, I distract her, dominate her, punish her, not because I don’t care, but because I’m terrified.
Terrified that once we say everything out loud, she’ll start overthinking. Start doubting. Start running.
What if the idea of people finding out scares her more than her desire to stay? I can’t see her running away from me again.
But also, I can’t keep dodging this conversation. Not anymore.
I cup her face and look into those beautiful eyes. “Professor, you shouldn’t worry about anything if we both want this. If neither of us has a problem with our relationsh
