"Yes, it’s one of my favourites," she said, folding her arms. "It’s called sex."
"s*x?"
Two curved lines in blue and yellow bleached out across the fabric of the canvas, entwined together at the end. Two coloured strings. The painting had a sensuality to it, for sure. As the two lines moved up, they formed the curvature of a woman’s figure.
"It’s along the lines of Sappho, really," he said, absorbing the detail of the effort.
"Sappho?"
"You know, like two lesbians."
"Ohh right, I get you," Chloe giggled as she sidled up to him, "Trust you to think of that. Typical bloke."
"I didn’t mean it to come across as pervy," he chuckled, "It’s just what I see."
Chloe ran her fingers up the side of his face and threaded them through his hair. A serious and desirous question followed. "What do
