*Isabella's POV*
"Would you go on a date with me?" Jacob asked, his voice somewhat nervous, a contrast to his usual suave and confident Playboy persona. "A real one," he added, "not that this isn't real, but I guess this is just work for you." He sounded uncertain, and I couldn't help but notice the difference in his tone.
"Jacob," I started to say, but he quickly cut me off. "Not that I'm not having a good time, but..." he added, his words trailing off. I felt a surge of amusement at his nervousness, and I couldn't help but tease him a bit.
"Jacob!" I exclaimed, finally getting his attention. "Shut up," I said, laughing as he rolled his eyes. He looked so cute when he was flustered, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. "You're cute," I said, still chuckling. "When I met
