Page 60 of Love Notes and Late Nights
Wolf rocked with laughter and pointed at Marshall. “Your girl likes my hair!”
“I said, America,” Amy clarified. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s lovely. But I prefer to see a man’s face.” She leaned over and gave Marshall a smile and kissed him, tickling the short stubble above his ears.
Harris scooted closer to Wolf. “I love your hair,” he said softly, fingering it. “It’s always so shiny and beautiful.” He brought the length of it up to his nose and inhaled deeply. “And it always smells amazing.”
“It’s not beautiful now.”
Harris nodded. “Yes, it is. Because you’re beautiful.” They slowly moved closer, and their lips met with a kiss. It was deep and filled with love, but short so no one felt uncomfortable. When their lips parted, Harris’ eyes went to Marshall to see how his friend reacted to this new dynamic, but Marshall was too engrossed in a conversation with his girl.
They were two couples, enjoying the sun and the water and each other’s company, and it felt right. Comfortable. The onlything that would have made this moment better was if Ethan and Tyler were here with them.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was late by the time they got back from the hike. It was still light out, but they missed catering. Harris was so exhausted that he wanted to stay in the RV and have Paul arrange for someone to bring them dinner, but Wolf wanted to walk around the festival. Again, it was impossible to say no to those puppy dog eyes, so he texted Tyler to set them up with disguises, and they met him in the mobile hair salon.
“I have the perfect disguises for you two,” Tyler announced. “You’re gonna be bikers.”
“Bikers?” Harris asked on a laugh. “I thought you’d just give us a wig and a moustache or something. We don’t need a full costume.”
“Yes, you do. There are thousands of fans out there. If you’re recognized, it’ll be a mob scene, and it could be dangerous. You need to seamlessly blend into the crowd.”
“What makes you think there are going to be other bikers here?” Harris asked.
“Oh, please. Don’t you know your own fanbase? Hard rock and heavy metal always attracts bikers. I walked through that crowd last year and saw plenty. People tend to give bikers their space, so it’ll be perfect. No one will bother you or stare.” Tyler spun the salon chair around. “Wolfie, you’re first.”
Wolf climbed into the seat and Tyler got to work. The first thing he did was pull Wolf’s hair back into a ponytail, then he wiped Wolf’s face down with a cleansing cloth. When he was done, he took hold of Wolf’s chin and turned his face slightlyfrom side to side. “Look at those cheekbones. You should have been a model. And those lashes. I’m totally jelly.” Next, he glued a huge, raunchy beard and moustache onto Wolf’s face. “This is the hard part,” he said, flattening Wolf’s hair into a bun and stuffing all of it into a thin beige cap.
“Am I supposed to be bald?” Wolf asked, sounding a little horrified.
“Nope. You’re getting long, wild hair. Harris is gonna be bald.”
“What was that?” Harris asked, while Wolf pointed and laughed.
“Hush. It’ll look good. You’ll see.” Tyler produced a messy, tangled wig and fitted it onto Wolf’s head. It was so unlike his usual perfectly styled, beautiful head of hair that he truly was unrecognizable. “What do you think?”
“I look bad ass,” Wolf said.
“We’re not done yet. There’s a garment bag hanging in the bathroom with your name on it. Change and let’s see the final look.”
Wolf shot Tyler a questioning glance but went into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later, completely transformed. He wore faded jeans with a hole in the knee, a black Harley-Davidson T-shirt, a leather vest, motorcycle boots, and a wallet with a chain that attached to his belt loop. Wolf strutted over to the mirror and admired himself. “I look like an outlaw.”
He looked sexy and fucking hot, and Harris had to clamp his lips together in order not to say something totally inappropriate. He chose his words carefully and decided on, “You look tough.” But the way his eyes were eating Wolf alive told the true story.
“OK, you’re turn.” Tyler spun the chair around and motioned for Harris to take a seat.
Harris received a goatee and mustache in dark brown, opposite from his natural blond, and a fucking bald cap. How Tyler managed to make that thing look real was incomprehensible. “I look . . .” he couldn’t find the words. “Different. It doesn’t look like me at all.”
“That’s the point. Now go change your clothes.”
Harris found a garment bag with his name on it in the bathroom hanging off a hook on the wall and unzipped it. The outfit was similar to Wolf’s—leather vest and chain wallet included—but he also had eight large silver rings for his fingers. This was too funny. He exited the bathroom, a smile across his face. “Do I look stupid? Because I love this outfit.”
Wolf walked up to him and stopped only a few inches away and gave him the onceover. Twice. “You look fucking hot.” Then he grabbed Harris’ face in both his hands and planted a hard kiss on his mouth. The facial hair was tickly and new, and a tingle ran straight through Harris’ body.
“Calm down before I get out the fire hose.” Tyler spun the chair around. “You need one more piece.” He waved a black bandana in the air. “Bald dudes don’t walk around in the sun without a head covering.” Tyler tied the bandana over Harris’ head. “There. Take a look at yourselves in the mirror, and let me know what you think.”
Harris and Wolf stood side by side and shared the full-length mirror, chuckling softly. “This should be our Halloween costumes,” Harris said. “We look like real bikers.”
Wolf punched his fist. “Let’s go fuck somebody up!”
