She shifts her weight. One sneaker-clad foot lands near my left shoulder. The floorboard creaks.
The ceiling is a blur of exposed wooden beams, but my eyes can’t reach them. They snag on the curve of her jaw instead. The light from the tall factory windows hits the side of her face, turning her skin into something edible—warm honey over porcelain.
I can't answer. My throat is dry.
From down here, the world is all her .
She crouches.
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...
She taps a paintbrush against her bottom lip. Blue paint. Cerulean.
"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?"
Bella Rose smiles in the darkness. The only thing visible is the soft glow of her watchful, amused eyes. She shifts her weight
"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.
She leans closer. Her breath is mint and coffee. The world narrows to the space between her pupil and mine.
"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. The ceiling is a blur of exposed wooden
