*Isabella's POV*
The second Jacob was out of earshot, the air around me and Damien crackled. It was thick and heavy, charged with all the unspoken things from the hot tub. Instinctively, I shifted my body, turning on the plush bench so I was angled towards him, my knee brushing against his. I needed to be closer.
Isabella," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated right through me. He reached out a single finger, tracing the line of my jaw and gently tilting my chin up until I had no choice but to look into his dark, intense eyes. f**k. He never failed to make me feel completely and utterly flustered with just a single touch.
"Is it just me," I asked, my voice a little shaky, "or was Jacob kinda angry when he found us in the hot tub?"
He didn't even hesitate. "He didn't like the s
