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

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

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.

She reaches out. The tip of the dry paintbrush trails from my sternum up to my chin. It tickles. It burns. -BangPOV- Bella Rose - An Amazing Point of View...

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. "Yeah," she whispers, answering for me

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

She crouches.

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.