"The human body is the most perfect art" his hot breath trailed down my torso "you wanna know why?" Harry looked up at me with a smirk, knowing I was too turned on to reply. He pulled down my damp cotton panties with one finger then looked me straight in the eye; "Because it's each one is uniquely composed." Or Harry is an art junkie that has to look after Louis everyday after school because her parents are working late. Their relationship becomes sexually risqué.