Amelia's POV
Miguel doesn't pull away, and the car suddenly feels hot as we stare at each other. To fill the silence and because I want to hear his voice, I ask,
"Have you gotten somewhere with your painting?"
We'd bought painting supplies in Denver after he got his newest tattoo. And since then, I've been giving him the space he needs whenever he wants to paint, because he doesn't want me to see any of his works till he's finished, no matter how many times I've told him that I wouldn't care if he couldn't paint anymore. There were some battles that I couldn't fight with him. This was one of them.
He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand
"I've finished one. It took many many nights and a lot of destroyed canvases but it's complete."
I squeeze his
