I sit there, thinking.

I'm no idiot – I know that I find him attractive.

But my reactions toward him confuse me, nearly as much as his actions.

What does he want from me? I wonder, perplexed.

"Bella," he says, trying to get my attention.

I look at him, not saying anything.

He smiles and for some strange reason, I smile back.

Huh? I think. What is he doing to me?

"Bella, are you alright?" He asks, and I can hear the amusement in his voice.

I pout slightly. "I'm fine."

I hope.

"You're a very interesting person," he says and I snort, looking at him.

"How so?" I ask and then his eyes do the weirdest thing.

They smoulder.