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.
She taps a paintbrush against her bottom lip. Blue paint. Cerulean. -BangPOV- Bella Rose - An Amazing Point of View...
Bella Rose smiles in the darkness. The only thing visible is the soft glow of her watchful, amused eyes. The ceiling is a blur of exposed wooden
"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. She taps a paintbrush against her bottom lip
"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.