Chapter 15

They put color back into Justin’s hair, together.

The remaining blue was only enough for strategically placed highlights, but Justin said he’d order more, and different colors, online; they’d experiment later. He also looked at himself in the mirror after they finished—he’d wanted to trim the hair, too, so they had—and smiled.

Some arrows of tension Kris hadn’t even noticed eased away, in response.

Justin kissed him quickly, picked up eyeliner, and fluttered eyelashes at him. “I said I was going to really be me. I am. Right now, just for us. I don’t care if I’m going to pass out on the couch after this while you read to me. I’m doing this.”

“Absolutely,” Kris murmured, entranced. Justin spun the eyeliner around in skillful fingers, and told him to go find a specific skirt and shirt and studded belt.