Sweaters by Heaven Evette Creater (books to get back into reading txt) 📖

when we first arrived. It was on the wine shelf in the last row to the right. It had not been opened at all and Miguel was just sucking it down. He brought some small cans of paint from the shelf and opened them. I studied his every move; he was already drunk. At least he was low key about it. He didn’t seem drunk at all until I saw the bottle. He came and gently grabbed my hand and led me to the canvas board. He got behind me and placed his left hand on my hip.

 

“Let me show you how.” He whispered sweetly into my ear. I wanted to melt.

 

“…Sh…Show me how to do what?” I stuttered.

 

“To paint.” He said softly as he placed a medium sized paint brush into my hand.

 

“What are we painting?”

 

“I don’t know, just follow the flow of the brush.”

 

He placed his hand over mines and we dipped the brush in a baby blue and navy blue acrylic paint. We raised it up together and slowly painted a slightly curved line. We dipped the brush in some off-white colored paint and painted a tiny line onto it. We repeated the process but the lines were different lengths and sizes. Soon, he let my hand go and I was doing it by myself. He backed away slowly until he leaned against the table. Observing me closely, he took a few sips from his wine glass. I kept painting until I felt like I had enough lines…then I stopped.

 

“Why’d you stop?” he asked softly.

 

“…I think that’s enough lines.”

 

“Fill in the spaces with the royal blue color.” He said pointing to the can and sipping from his glass.

 

I just looked at him for a seconds and then dipped the brush in and painted in the spaces. His face kind of scrunched up in confusion.

 

“Not like that.” He said as he stood up and gently took the brush out of my hand. He rubbed his eyes. “Do it like this, watch me.”

 

He painted between a few spaces, letting them overlap the lines. They were curved at the top and straight at the bottom. He was really concentrated. He placed the brush into my hands and put his hand over mines, guiding me. He let me go again after a while and studied me closely. He sat down at the table and poured himself another round of wine. Damn, that’s like his fourth glass.

 

“Don’t you think that’s enough?” I asked still looking at my painting.

 

“Not just yet.” He said walking over to me.

 

I think he thought that I meant the painting. He stood next to me and observed the painting.

 

“Miguel, what is this?” I sighed.

 

“What do you think it is?” he asked.

 

“I don’t know.” I answered flatly.

 

“Look at it again and then tell me what you think it is.” He responded. I slowly observed it and the sound of water ran through my mind and I heard birds.

 

“It looks like a water fall.” I said softly.

 

“Then that’s exactly what it is.” He said as he rubbed his eyes.

 

“Oh…” I said.

 

“Since it’s a waterfall, get some of the white and paint the fog at the bottom of the water.” He said pointing to the ends of the lines.

 

I started painting some awkward circles, trying to make it look like fog.

 

“Help me please.” I said turning towards him. He was rubbing his eyes again.

 

“Don’t rub them.” I said looking away.

 

“Huh?” he asked. He sounded like he forgot I was there.

 

“I said don’t rub your eyes.” He did it again anyways.

 

“Are you alright?” I asked.

 

“…I…I’m fine, I just…I need to sit.” He said tiredly. He looked drained. He sat down in a chair and looked at the wine glass sitting on the table next to him.

 

I watched him as he tried reaching for it. “You don’t need anymore.” I said sternly as I placed my hand on his arm to stop him from getting it.

 

He glared at me.

 

 “You don’t have the right to tell me what I need.” He said coldly as he retrieved it, took another sip, and looked down.

 

I just looked backed to my painting and finished the fog. He was right, I didn’t have any right to tell him anything. He took more sips from his wine.

 

“That’s fine, go ahead and be like Daniel.” I said heartlessly.

 

He was going to take another sip but then stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me fiercely. I knew it would piss him off, I said it on purpose because I knew that was the only way to get him to listen to me.

 

“What did you just say?” he asked angrily. I didn’t say a word. I acted like I didn’t hear him.

 

“Tamar…” he called.

 

I did not respond. He stood up and slightly yanked my arm and pulled me towards him. His eyes were red and watery.

 

“What did you say?”

 

“I said…go ahead and be like Daniel.”

 

He smacked the shit out of me.

 

I saw it coming though, he has his father’s temper and he’s drunk? Oh yea, I definitely saw it coming. I stumbled back and hit the floor hard. I gathered myself together and looked him dead in the eye. His face was filled with surprise and regret and he wanted to help me up but I had gotten up already and slapped his ass back. He stumbled back just a bit and then placed his hand over his cheek where I slapped him. We were both tired and breathing heavily. We stared into each others eyes, I felt like crying. He looked like he wanted to cry, only because his eyes looked watery. A tear slid down my cheek, and one slid down his. He pulled me closer and held me tight.

 

Then…we kissed. We kissed like we were back together or something. He started walking backwards as we kissed until we were perched up against the table. He started to lower my robe off of my shoulders and stroke my arm.

 

“I missed you so much...” He said as placed kisses on my neck and chest.

 

“Miguel…whatchu doin?” I asked knowing exactly what he was or at least trying to do.

 

He didn’t answer, he kept kissing and rubbing on me.

 

“Miguel…” I warned trying to get his attention. His hands slowly reached up my back as he unfastened my bra.

 

“Miguel!” I said gently pushing him away.

 

His face had the expression of a child being caught with something he wasn’t supposed to have.

 

“What’s wrong?” he asked confused.

 

“Miguel, you’re drunk.” I explained.

 

He looked at me like he didn’t understand.

 

“We…can’t do this…” I said getting off the table and holding my bra up so it wouldn't fall.

 

“And why not?” he asked confused.

 

“I don’t know…we just have to think clearly.” I said softly. “This could maybe be really bad, Miguel.”

 

“How?” he asked.

 

“I’m not sure…I just…I just don’t think this is a good idea.” I said looking into his eyes. He got real close again until we were leaning against the table.

 

“And what makes you say that?” he whispered as he tried to kiss me.

 

“What about Leelah?” I asked softly stopping him in his tracks. He looked at me and slowly backed up a bit. “I realized why she was so upset earlier…” I said with my eyes darting at him.

 

I guess I made him mad. He backed off and ran his fingers through his hair.

 

“Goodnight Tamar.” He said quietly as he snatched his wine bottle with a little bit of wine left in it and walked out of the room.

 

I didn’t respond to him as I watched him walk away. I turned the radio off and looked down. I went into my room and laid down in bed. I felt tired but I wasn’t sleepy.

 

I kept tossing and turning. After a half hour of moving around, I was finally in a comfortable position. I was laying on my side facing the wall with my back towards the door. I was hot and I took my robe off. Soon I was starting to nod off and I heard my door creep open. I didn’t turn to see who it was, I was too lazy to do it. I knew it was Miguel. He climbed into the bed with me and leaned over me. He kissed me on my cheek and I finally turned over to face him.

 

“I'm sorry." I just looked at him. "Leelah and I are not together…we never were.” he explained softly.

 

"But you like her, don't you?" I asked.

 

 “It’s complicated Tamar…I really don’t know how to explain it, but when I have a good explanation, I'll tell it to you. If I try to explain it to you now, you’ll just be confused." he said as he reached for my hand and held it. "All I know is that I’m with you at this very moment…and it might be our only moment and I want it to be special.” He said sweetly as he rested his head on my shoulders and slowly ran his finger tips down my thigh.

 

I didn’t say anything, I just looked out of the window. The sky was bright, I couldn’t see the moon but I could tell it was out there. Miguel got up out of the bed and held his hand out to me. I reached for it hesitantly. He helped me up and I bent down to get my robe off the stool. Miguel placed his hand over mines and stopped me from getting it.

 

“…You don’t need it.” He said as he walked out of the room holding my hand.

 

We walked towards his room and stopped at the door. He opened the door and gestured for me to go first. I hesitantly walked in.

 

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine…” he said seductively as he watched me closely as I walked past.

 

 He closed the door and gently grabbed my hand and walked me to his bed. We didn’t sit down on it, instead we stood close to it and Miguel started kissing me on my neck.. I looked out the window as he did that and the view was wonderful. There was a full moon tonight and the way it flew high beyond the trees was beautiful.

 

It was so amazing it kind of hypnotized me for a few minutes. Miguel noticed that I wasn’t paying any attention to him and looked to see what I was staring at. He looked out the window for a second and then gently turned my face to make me face him. I gazed into his eyes and they looked gorgeous under the moonlight. He slowly leaned towards me and kissed me four times on the lips. “Your eyes,” I said with a smile. “they’re gorgeous.” I complimented as I stroked a piece of his hair.

 

It was all silky and soft. He giggled a bit and smiled back at me. Complete turn on. Now I’ve seen cute men before, really cute ones, but have you ever seen a gorgeous man? And I mean fucking beautiful, not even remotely close to “cute.” It’s very rare! Miguel just happened to be up there with the gorgeous men. Miguel is very handsome. I’m kind of surprised he wasn’t taken by now. He held my hand and walked over to the window. He gently and slowly swung me around in front of him and wrapped his arms around my waist. 

 

I rested my head on his chest as we looked out the window.

 

“I don’t understand why I can’t keep my hands off of  you…” he said softly as he kissed my shoulder and slid both hands down my thigh.

 

“I know why…” I said.

 

“Oh yea…why then?” he said giggling.

 

“Because, your ass is drunk. Remember yelling at me a few hours ago?” 

 

We both laughed.

 

“You ever been drunk?” he asked giggling.

 

“No…I’ve been high as hell obviously, but never drunk.” I answered.

 

"I’ve been drunk many times. My very first time was when I was in college and my friend convinced me to go to this huge frat party with him, despite all the homework and tests I had to study for I went anyways. It was crazy, they had