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

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

"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.

I can't answer. My throat is dry.

"Yeah," she whispers, answering for me. "That's the point." -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.

From down here, the world is all her .

She leans closer. Her breath is mint and coffee. The world narrows to the space between her pupil and mine. She taps a paintbrush against her bottom lip

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

From this angle—looking up past the gentle slope of her neck, past the pulse beating a lazy rhythm there—she looks like a benevolent goddess. Not untouchable. Just... above . In charge of the frame.

"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?" "Don't move," she says, but her voice isn't a command

Now, the BangPOV becomes intimate. The camera—my eyes—lose focus for a second as she enters my personal atmosphere. Her hair, a cascade of dark cherry and honey-brown, falls forward, creating a curtain. We are in our own tent now. A world of two.

My perspective is fragmented. I see the frayed hem of her denim shorts. The tiny silver chain around her ankle. The way her tank top has slipped half an inch off her shoulder, revealing the strap of something lace and black.

She shifts her weight. One sneaker-clad foot lands near my left shoulder. The floorboard creaks.

She crouches.