{Third person's pov}Alan noticed the way her breath hitched when his thumb brushed over her lip, and a slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. He leaned in just slightly—close enough that she could feel the warmth of him, but not so close as to be improper. "Don't look down," he murmured, voice rough with something unreadable. "I like you looking at me." A beat passed, then another. His grip on her shoulders tightened almost imperceptibly before loosening again. "Bella is nothing to me."She avoided his gaze, "You are acting weird again," she said and tried walking away but he held her wrist and pulled her back, making her back hit his hard and well built body. The feeling was electric, her small frame fitting perfectly against him like a puzzle piece. He bent down slightly, his lips just above her ear as he spoke."You're right," he murmured. "Maybe I am."He paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her body against his. Then, he released her wrist, sliding both arms
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