*Isabella's POV*
Please. This house is too big when I'm alone." He pleaded "But I have my own place," I said. Total bullshit. By next week, I'd be homeless—thanks to Cole asking for privacy… which is just the polite way of saying get the hell out. "Please. I'll do anything," Jacob added, leaning forward, his voice low and insistent. "Anything?" I asked, my greedy little mind instantly running through all the perks this could come with. I'd wanted him for so damn long, and if I said yes… maybe I'd finally get what I wanted.
My eyes betrayed me, flicking down to his perfectly chiseled chest. Oh. My. God. I bit my lip before I could stop myself. "Isabella, you have a weird way of enjoying eggs," he said suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Told you they were good." "Yeah… they're good
