Iva’s P.O.V.It’s been a month since Boston. The thrill of that trip, the club, the toys, the nights with Will… was so amazing. We went on another vacation this month, but those two days will forever stay in my mind because it was my first trip with Will.Now it’s evening and I’m sitting cross-legged on the couch at Will’s apartment, his results open on my phone, and I’m staring at it, upset. “Will, I think you should start concentrating on your studies. You’ve failed one exam. Look at your scores,” I say, shifting my eyes towards him. Across from me, he leans against the counter, running a hand through his hair. He looks like a boy caught doing something wrong but still tries to stay calm. “Professor, don’t worry,” he says softly, walking over to me. “I’ll clear the exam.” His hands slide gently over my arms, trying to reassure me.“Of course you will. But we need to start meeting less. It’s affecting your studies.” I stand up, saying the truth.The second the words leave my lips,
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