Page 55 of Love Notes and Late Nights
Wolf sat back but held onto Harris’ hands. “It was a suggestion, but I don’t want to confront them. They’re fucking assholes. Everyone in the neighborhood knew what happened. They knew I had a boyfriend. They knew I was living with Ethan’s family and not mine. They figured it out. I wasn’t judged by the people in the neighborhood. They judged my parents. My parents were shunned and ridiculed, and eventually they moved away. That was one of the best things that ever happened to me.”
“I’m so glad Ethan’s family was there for you. I can’t even think about what would have happened to you if they weren’t.”
“Me neither. And Ethan. He was always there for me every step of the way. We shared a room, and back then the nightmares were a thousand times worse. I used to wake up screaming or sleepwalking around the house. It scared the shit out of him. But he was always there to calm me down and make me feel safe.” He looked at Harris and found the comfort he always craved—the comfort he never found in anyone but Ethan. “I didn’t think I’d ever find someone else who could do that. But I have. You do that for me now. And I love you all the more for it.”
Harris wrapped his arms around Wolf again. “I always wanted to be there for you. Always. Whenever you had anightmare on the bus, I was worried sick about you. I wanted to make sure you were OK. I knew Ethan was taking care of you, but I always stayed awake until you fell back to sleep. I had to. I worried about you like crazy.”
Wolf had no idea. He thought he’d been a nuisance. He thought Harris and Marshall were pissed off and annoyed at being woken in the middle of the night by his nightmares. To find out that Harris had been concerned and losing sleep because he worried about him meant the world to Wolf. It left a giant lump in his throat, and he wrapped his arms around the incredible man next to him. “Thank you for everything. You’re exactly what I need. Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything.”
“If I ever get to be too much for you. If I’m becoming a burden or you get sick of dealing with my shit, tell me. Don’t keep it in. Be honest. I know I’m not an easy person to be with.”
“That’s not true. I think you’re very easy to be with, Wolf. I think you’re perfect.” Harris hugged Wolf tightly. “I promise, though. If I feel overwhelmed, I’ll let you know. We’ll work it out.”
“Thank you.”
“So . . . about your therapy. Everything’s good? You’re happy with everything your therapist is doing and the meds are working?”
“Yeah.” Wolf nodded. “I know it hasn’t been that long, but my anxiety level is way down, and so far, no nightmares.”
“That makes me very happy, Wolf. I hope it stays that way. But, if it doesn’t, I’m here to help you through it.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The sound of the RV door slamming woke Harris, and the scent of strong coffee filtered into the bedroom. He leaned on his side so he could see into the kitchen area. Wolf was setting plates and cups down on the table in the dining booth, which meant catering was already here and Wolf had gotten them both breakfast. He didn’t want to spoil the surprise, so he rolled over and waited until Wolf had everything set up.
“Wake up, sleepyhead!” Wolf called after a few seconds. “I got breakfast.”
Harris made an effort to stretch and yawn as if he just woke up. “Breakfast? Already?”
“Get it while it’s hot!”
Harris threw on his briefs and walked through the RV to where Wolf stood proudly next to the dining booth which was set for two, but Harris was too distracted to appreciate the food on the table because Wolf stood there in nothing but a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants that hugged his junk and showed off his beautiful body. “Good morning,” Harris said, waggling his brows and giving Wolf the onceover before planting a hot-as-fuck kiss on those luscious lips.
“Mmm. Morning breath.”
Harris’ hand flew to his mouth. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m just kidding. I don’t care about that. Sit. Cleanse it away with some coffee.”
Pancakes, bacon, sausage, biscuits, hash browns, and fruit covered the table, along with coffee and juice. It left Harriswondering how many trips it took Wolf to bring all this stuff back to his RV. “You thought of everything.”
“They have waffles and scrambled eggs too. If you want, I can go grab another couple of plates.”
“This is plenty. So, what do you want to do today?” Harris shoved a giant triangle of pancakes into his mouth. It was covered in melted butter and hot maple syrup, which tasted amazing.
“I’d like to check out the festival. Maybe Tyler can give us disguises so we can walk around unnoticed like regular people.”
“Like he did last year for himself and Ethan?”
“Yeah.” Wolf laughed. “Ethan didn’t look that bad, just different. Tyler looked like a porn star from the 70s. It was hysterical.”
Harris laughed softly, then took a sip of juice. “I’m up for it.”
“I’ll text Tyler.” Wolf put down his coffee, tapped on his phone, then tossed it onto the seat of the dining booth. “Warrior Black is playing later. I want to see them.” A ding came from Wolf’s phone, but he ignored it and continued. “I saw a clip of their last concert on a livestream, and they fuckin’ rocked it. I don’t know why I’ve never seen them before.” He ate a sausage. “I guess I was always busy or on tour or something.” Wolf’s phone dinged again, and this time he picked it up and looked at it. Then his eyes darted to Harris’. “Tyler said they’re outside and will be here in a second.”
Harris shot to his feet at the exact same time as the door to the RV swung open, and Ethan and Tyler walked in.
