*Isabella's POV*
We ate in silence, but it wasn't the heavy, suffocating silence from the car before. It was... comfortable. A new, settled quiet. I was halfway through my second pancake when I couldn't take it anymore.
"I guess you talked to Jacob, huh?" I asked, keeping my eyes on my plate.
"I did," he said, his voice calm. "I hope that now you aren't feeling guilty anymore."
"Yeah, I guess if he's okay with it, then I'm okay," I replied, a small weight lifting off my shoulders as I said the words out loud.
"Good," he said, and I could hear the knowing smirk in his voice without even looking up.
Suddenly, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. He pulled me from my chair with a rough, effortless strength, landing me squarely on his lap so I was straddling him. The chair scraped again
