When he didn’t seem to pay attention to her plea, Isabelle grasped his arm and pushed it away. She was clearly only going to get out of this by having to–
“Just a sec,” Jacob said, his voice gentle. She went still as he reached up and touched her forehead, then wiped his palm over her skin. “You’ve got a bit of sweat here.”
“Oh,” she mumbled, her face going hot. Was that it? He just wanted to wipe her forehead? He should have said earlier. And here she was, getting wild ideas…
Jacob could barely keep his lips from splitting into a wide grin. So maybe he enjoyed seeing her frazzled by his proximity a little too much. And he was also guilty of enjoying having her trapped in his arm a lot. But he couldn’t help it–she was just too adorable.
He half-expected her to keep pushing against him
