Epilogue
Dave’s arms closed around him as he studied himself in the bathroom mirror with a critical eye.
“Well?” Dave nuzzled his neck, nipping the tender skin there. “Are you ready, honey?”
Kyle sighed. It wasn’t terrible. He’d had to wash out the dye in his hair. His hair was still dark. Maybe not black, but dark brown. The blue-tinted contacts altered his gray eyes to a sort of blue-gray. The style of his hair was a little shorter than he would have liked, the brown locks curling a bit under his ears. He still wore an earring in his ear and a tiny stud in his nose. But he had clean, bare nails and no eyeliner, damn it. Still, all in all, it wasn’t so bad.
Dave sucked his earlobe. “Hmm?”
Kyle grimaced and fingered the navy T-shirt he wore. “It’s not black.”
“No, but navy’s a good c
