was nothing to see, really, nor to indicate brilliance—nothing to pull her focus back from the past.
‘My mother hated that vase,’ Lydia told Raul as she wandered. ‘She ended up giving it to one of the staff as a gift.’ God, that had hurt at the time, but rather than bring down the mood Lydia shrugged. ‘At least it went to practical use rather than gathering dust.’
The coffee Silvio had made was not for his guests, Lydia quickly found out. He returned and placed a huge mug on the floor beside a large glass of water, and then she and Raul had the privilege of watching him work.
Molten glass was stretched and shaped and, with a combination of the most basic of tools and impossible skill, a human form emerged.
And then another.
It was mesmerising to watch—as if the rather drab surroundings had turned into a cathedral. The sun streamed in from the westerly windows and caught the thick ribbons of glass. And Lydia watched the alchemy as somehow Silvio formed two bodies, and then limbs emerged.
It was like witnessing creation.
Over and over Silvio twisted and drew out tiny slivers of glass—spinning hair, eyes, and shaping a slender waist. It was erotic too, watching as Silvio formed breasts and then shaped the curve of a buttock.
Nothing was held back. The male form was made with nothing left to the imagination, and the heat in her cheeks had little to do with the furnace that Silvio used to fire his tools and keep the statue fluid.
It was sensual, creative and simply art at its best. Faces formed and pliable heads were carefully moved, and the kiss that emerged was open-mouthed and so erotic that Lydia found her own tongue running over her lips as she remembered the blistering kisses she and Raul had shared.
It was like tasting Raul all over again and feeling the weight of his mouth on hers.
Lydia fought not to step closer, because she didn’t want to get in the way or distract Silvio, yet every minuscule detail that he drew from the liquid glass deserved attention. She watched the male form place a hand on the female form’s buttock and flushed as if Raul had just touched her there.
Raul was trying not to touch her.
It was such an intimate piece, and personal too, for it felt as if the energy that hummed between them had somehow been tapped.
And then Silvio merged the couple, pulling the feminine thigh around the male loin, arching the neck backwards, and Lydia was aware of the sound of her own pulse whooshing in her ears.
The erotic beauty was more subtle now, the anatomical details conjoined for ever and captured in glass. And then Silvio rolled another layer of molten glass over them, covering the conjoined beauty with a silken glass sheet.
Yet they all knew what lay beneath.
‘Now my signature…’ Silvio said, and Lydia felt as if she had been snapped from a trance.
He seared his name into the base, and smoothed it till it was embedded, and then it was for Raul and Lydia to admire the finished piece.
‘I’ve never seen anything like it,’ Lydia admitted as she examined the statue.
How could glass be sexy? Yet this was a kiss, in solid form, and the intimate anatomical work that had seemed wasted when the forms had been merged was now revealed—she could see the density at the base of the woman’s spine that spoke of the man deep within her.
‘It’s an amazing piece,’ Raul said, and Lydia couldn’t believe that his voice sounded normal when she felt as if she had only just returned from being spirited away.
‘There are more…’ Silvio said, and he took them through to another area and showed them several other pieces.
As stunning as they all were, for Lydia they didn’t quite live up to the lovers’ statue. Perhaps it was because she had witnessed it being made, Lydia mused as they stepped back out into the street.
It was disorientating.
Lydia went to head left, but Raul took her hand and they went right and he led her back to the speedboat.
The driver had gone, on Raul’s instruction, and it was he who drove them to San Marco.
Raul took great pride in showing her around this most seductive of cities.
They wandered through ghostly back streets and over bridges.
‘It’s so wonderful to be here,’ Lydia said. ‘It was all so rushed last time, and it felt as if we were just ticking things off a list.’
‘And the obligatory gondola ride?’ Raul said, but her response surprised him.
‘No.’ Lydia shook her head. ‘Some of the girls did, but…’ She stopped.
‘But?’
‘Sitting on the bus with the teacher was bad enough. I think a gondola ride with her would have been worse somehow.’
She tried to keep it light, as Raul had managed to when they had been talking about her lonely school trip in Rome. She didn’t quite manage it, though.
Raul, who had been starting to think about their dinner reservation, steered her towards the canal.
‘Come on,’ he said. ‘You cannot do Venice without a gondola ride.’
Till this point Raul had, though.
Raul’s usual mode of transport was a speedboat.
But there was nothing like Venice at sunset from a gondola, as both found out together.
The low boat sliced gently through the water and the Grand Canal blushed pink as the sun dipped down. He looked over as she sighed, and saw Lydia smiling softly as she drank it all in.
‘You don’t take photos?’ Raul observed.
‘My phone’s flat,’ Lydia said, but then admitted more. ‘I’m not one for taking photos.’
‘Why not?’
He was ever-curious about her—something Raul had never really been before.
‘Because when it’s gone it’s gone,’ Lydia said. ‘Best to move on.’
The gondolier took them through the interior canals that were so atmospheric that silence was the best option.
It was cool on the water, and there were blankets they could put over their knees, but she accepted Raul’s jacket.
The silk was warm from him, and as she put it on he helped her. The only reason he had not kissed her before was because he’d thought it might prove impossible to stop.
But Raul was beyond common sense thinking now—and so was she.
He took her face in his hands and he looked at her mouth—the lipstick was long gone.
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