Iva’s P.O.V.
After college, I take Will to my place for the first time.
I unlock the door with a smile on my face. Yesterday, I visited his place, and today he is visiting mine. It’s starting to feel like something real between us, like we’re slowly blending our lives together, even if we haven’t said it out loud.
We step in, and I slip off my heels at the shoe rack without thinking. It’s second nature to me. But I notice Will walking in with his shoes still on.
He looks around with amazement. “Damn! Iva, your house is so clean.”
“I like to keep things in their proper place,” I say while changing into my indoor slippers.
As I straighten up, I catch him staring at me with a teasing smile. He steps toward me. “Oh, sorry, Miss Cleanliness Freak, I forgot to take off my shoes.”
He quic
