Will’s P.O.V.
We’re both sitting on my couch. Iva is wearing nothing but my shirt, exposing her bare legs. I’m beside her in just my trousers, still trying to catch my breath from the way she looks when she’s wrapped in something that belongs to me.
The food container sits open on the coffee table, and she insists on feeding me.
She brings the spoon toward my mouth with a smile on her face. I lean forward, opening my mouth, but instead of focusing on the food, I find myself focusing on her, the softness in her eyes, the way she’s smiling at me with such immense love.
Fuck. My chest tightens with emotions, and I can’t hold it in anymore.
“I love you.”
Her eyes widen instantly. The spoon slips from her fingers as she freezes, staring at me. “What?” She asks, looking at me in surprise.
