*Isabella POV*
"Stop bullshitting me," I finally snapped, my voice sharp enough to cut through the air between us.
"I'm not," Jacob said evenly, maddeningly calm, like I hadn't just called him a liar. "I can't describe these feelings—hell, I don't even want to try. That's something for Damien to do. But I don't think it would be fine—or wise—of me to sleep with you before Damien agrees and… you know… you agree."
"Agree!?" I repeated, my eyebrows shooting up as the pieces clicked in my brain in the ugliest way possible. If my understanding was correct, then this insane, gorgeous man was basically telling me Damien wanted me. And not just Damien—both of them. Both brothers. Sharing me. At the same time.
For a second I just stared at him, then it hit me, and I burst into laughter so sharp
