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.
