Chapter 24 I’ll Cook For You
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 relationship, then we shouldn’t care about anybody else.”
Her brows knit together. “But what if we get caught? What about my job?” Her voice wavers, like she’s already imagining the worst.
I place a kiss on her forehead, holding her close. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. And if anyone finds out, we’ll deal with it together.”
She rests her head on my chest, and we lie there in silence for a moment. Just breathing. Just existing in each other’s arms.
Then she lifts her head again and asks the question I knew was coming.
“What do you feel about me? Is it just physical?”
Before she can even finish her sentence, I shake my head immediately and answer her in a firm tone. “No. It’s not just physical. From day one, it was more than that. I didn’t just want to control you, I wanted to keep you. And make you mine forever. I like you, Professor. And I’ll do anything to stay with you.”
I want to say I love you.
I want to scream it.
But I know… not now. Not yet.
A single tear rolls down her cheek. “I like you too, Will. I’m just scared for your future. For both of us.”
I reach up and wipe her tear away with my thumb, reassuring her, “Hey… don’t cry. Leave everything to me. I promise, we’re going to stay like this forever, no matter what.”
She nods slightly, still pressed against me.
“You know, Professor,” I add, running my fingers through her hair, “I can’t imagine my life without you now.”
She lets out a soft, fragile breath. “I hope we stay like this… together. Forever.”
“We will, Iva.” I lean down and kiss her closed eyes.
Then she sighs, the heaviness in her chest lifting a little. “You exhausted me today. I’m starving now.”
A smirk forms on my lips. “It’s your fault. You weren’t listening. I had to punish you.”
She rolls her eyes at me.
My fingers grip her chin, tilting her face to mine. “Do you want me to punish you again? You know how much I hate it when you roll your eyes at me.”
“Not again. Now I’m hungry, Will.”
I sit up slightly and brush her hair behind her ear. “Let’s go to my place. I’ll cook for you.”
Her eyes widen in panic. “Your place? What if someone sees us?”
I chuckle. “I thought someone was dying to try food made by me.”
She admits, “Still dying for that, but I’m worried.”
“Oh God. Professor, you overthink so much. Nobody’s going to catch us.” I reassure her.
She just stares at me, clearly still unsure.
So I frame her face with both hands and ask, “Do you trust me?”
Her expression softens, and her answer is immediate. “Of course, I do.”
“Then stop worrying.” I brush my lips against hers. “And come with me.”
Iva’s P.O.V.
Will unlocks the door to his house, and I step inside.
He glances back at me with a smile. “I’ve really been looking forward to bringing you to my place for the first time,” he says like an excited kid as he switches on the lights.
I grin at him. I’m in love with everything about this man—the way his eyes light up when he’s happy, the way he gets excited about small things, the way he always makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world. He has really brightened up my world.
I take a step forward, my eyes scanning the place. It's cosy, masculine, a little messy. The pillows on the couch are out of place, a couple of jackets are thrown over a chair, and I notice how different he is from me.
I like to keep things organised, clean, and in order. He clearly doesn’t care much for that.
And somehow, I still find it charming.
He leads me to the kitchen and pulls out a chair at the counter. “Sit here. I’ll get water for you.”
As I take the seat, he sets a glass in front of me and flashes a smile. “Let me prepare something for you. Then I’ll give you a tour of my place.”
I stay seated, watching as he walks over to the fridge and grabs ingredients. There’s a quiet confidence in the way he moves, like he knows what he’s doing. I rest my arms on the counter, silently admiring him. I can look at him like this forever. I’m going crazy for him.
He doesn’t notice the way I’m losing myself in him. He’s too focused on slicing, stirring, and humming a little.
I never imagined someone would one day cook like this for me.
I feel lucky.
So damn lucky.
“Do you need any help?” I ask, catching his attention.
He shakes his head, walking over to me. “No.” He leans over the counter to kiss my lips. “You just relax. Didn’t you say I exhausted you today?”
“You’re so caring… my student,” I tease, smiling.
A few minutes later, he plates the food and places it gently on the counter in front of me, his eyes lighting up with excitement like he’s waiting for a reaction. “Here you go. Try it.”
I take the first bite, and my eyes widen. “Wow! Will, this is delicious! Now I’m going to make you cook for me every single day.” I laugh.
He grins. “I’m ready to cook for you for the rest of my life, Professor.”
My heart skips. “Are you serious?”
“I’m damn serious about you,” he replies without a second thought before leaning forward to kiss the tip of my nose.
I melt. We both laugh, completely lost in each other’s eyes again.
“Come join me.” I pat the chair next to mine.
He settles beside me, and we eat together while talking, laughing, and sharing kisses.
After dinner, we move to the living room. I sit on the sofa and he rests his head in my lap, stretching out lazily. My fingers find their way into his hair, stroking gently, and he’s doing the same to me, our eyes locked on each other’s.
“You know, I like you even more with your specs on.”
“Of course, I know you’re obsessed with my glasses more than me.” I laugh. “And I think you like to remove them before kissing me.”
“I do,” he nods. “Because I don’t want any distraction while kissing you. And more than that… I don’t want to risk breaking them. What if they hurt your eyes? I can’t see you in pain or tears, Professor.”
This boy steals my heart over and over again, so easily, with his words and actions.
I lean down and gently kiss his lips. His lips. They’re becoming my addiction.
The kiss deepens quickly. His hand moves up and grabs a fistful of my hair as he pulls me closer, sucking my lips hard. With his other hand, he presses my boobs, making me moan in his mouth. The heat between us reignites in seconds.
This boy…
He’s slowly becoming everything I never knew I was searching for.