No Description. Writing As The Ideas Come. Here's to give you an idea. ****** His eyes narrows and my hand shoots up to cover my mouth. He licks his lips and my eyes wander to his mouth. Its a pretty nice mouth too. Pink lips, not too big, but slightly plump and now covered in a light shine from his tongue. Nice. Really nice. "Miss. Bell, I assume." he asks, "Alana Bell." I shake my head. "No, it Aaliyah. Aaliyah Bell." The muscle in his jaw starts working and I can hear the loud sigh escape him through his nose. "Well, Miss. Aaliyah Bell, I think its time we had a little talk."