-bangpov- Bella Rose - An Amazing Point Of View... -

"You’ve got good bones," she murmurs, more to herself than to me. Her eyes trace the line of my collarbone like she’s reading braille.

From down here, the world is all her .

Scene: A sun-drenched, slightly messy artist’s loft. The air smells of turpentine and fresh linen. You are lying on a deep crimson velvet chaise lounge. Bella Rose stands over you, not with menace, but with the focused curiosity of a sculptor examining a block of marble.

"Yeah," she whispers, answering for me. "That's the point." -BangPOV- Bella Rose - An Amazing Point of View...

I can't answer. My throat is dry.

She reaches out. The tip of the dry paintbrush trails from my sternum up to my chin. It tickles. It burns.

She shifts her weight. One sneaker-clad foot lands near my left shoulder. The floorboard creaks. "You’ve got good bones," she murmurs, more to

"Perspective is everything," Bella says, finally looking directly down into the lens of my eyes. She smiles. It’s crooked. It’s a little bit dangerous. "From down there, I look like the whole sky, don't I?"

She taps a paintbrush against her bottom lip. Blue paint. Cerulean.

She leans closer. Her breath is mint and coffee. The world narrows to the space between her pupil and mine. Scene: A sun-drenched, slightly messy artist’s loft

"Don't move," she says, but her voice isn't a command. It's a velvet rope. Stay here. It's nicer inside the club.

Bella Rose smiles in the darkness. The only thing visible is the soft glow of her watchful, amused eyes.