Bella Rose smiles in the darkness. The only thing visible is the soft glow of her watchful, amused eyes.
She taps a paintbrush against her bottom lip. Blue paint. Cerulean. -BangPOV- Bella Rose - An Amazing Point of View...
She reaches out. The tip of the dry paintbrush trails from my sternum up to my chin. It tickles. It burns. Bella Rose smiles in the darkness
I can't answer. My throat is dry.
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. not with menace