Chloe's mouth against her skin, even in such a small way, suddenly makes Max so keenly aware of every single part of herself. Her hair tickles Max's neck, and when Chloe speaks Max feels her against her back. She shives, draws closer to Chloe and rests her weight against her.

"This is really what does it for you, huh? I look like I'm drowning in this shirt." Her eyes are on the movie but her mind is very much on Chloe.

She reaches for Chloe's wrist, pulling her arm closer around her and absentmindedly tracing the lines of ink on her skin.

"Maybe I should get covered in paint more often."