Will’s P.O.V.
The next day, as Iva walks into the classroom, everything stops around me for a moment.
For an entire month, I’ve sat here, heartbroken, watching her from a distance, waiting for her one glance, pretending she wasn’t mine. And she never looked at me. Not once. That killed me more than any wound.
But today… today is different.
The second her heels click against the floor, her eyes find me. Just one hungry look, filled with neediness, my chest burns with the rush of finally having her back. f**k, I’ve missed that look. The look that says she belongs to me.
And then I see it.
The necklace. The one I fastened around her neck last night with my hands. It gleams against her throat, resting perfectly above her blouse like a silent claim. My claim.
She’s mine again. Complete
