Dave watched him for a moment, struck by his natural beauty. Most Goths he’d seen over the years were very pale. Some even used makeup to whiten their skin. But Kyle’s face had a creamy ivory tone, and his cheeks had a tint of pink to them. Dave found it very appealing.
Earlier, when he’d rescued Kyle, he’d been wearing black lipstick as well as eyeliner, but although he’d reapplied the liner, his lips were bare and red. Plump and kissable, actually. Dave wanted to kiss him. Wanted to do so much more. But he didn’t want to take advantage of him. Dave had a feeling Kyle had been taken advantage of often enough.