*Isabella's POV*
"I don't think so. How would that help?" I asked, folding my arms, trying to sound firm but already feeling the cracks in my resolve. Jacob tilted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "And you think calling him Mr. Lancaster after all the time you've spent together is normal?" His voice dipped, mock-serious. "And don't even get me started on how you look at him."
My stomach flipped. "How do I… look at him?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, heat already crawling up my neck. He grinned, like he'd been waiting for me to fall right into his trap. "That's the face." He pointed at me like he'd just solved a mystery. "You look at him with… admiration, respect—" he leaned in closer, his voice playful but sharp, "—and arousal." My jaw dropped. "What the f**k—Jacob!" I
