Chapter 7
BELLA
I couldn’t stop shaking, or crying. Although I felt utterly ridiculous as Jonah held me, and rocked me, and told me everything was going to be okay.
There was no choice but to go with the flood of emotion buffering my senses, cuddle into the guy offering me a shoulder to cry on, and wait out the storm.
Finally, after it felt like my throat would break from the sobbing, the smell of eggs and bacon reached me through the haze of pain and I realized the waitress was serving our food.
“Thanks, Tania,” Jonah said over my head.
“Is she okay?” Tania whispered.
I nodded, wiping at my face. “Sorry. I’m okay.”
Tania pressed some napkins into my hand, and I pulled away from Jonah’s hot body—both the temperature, and rock-hard muscle.
“Sorry,” I said again, seeing all the mois
