Linc pulled back enough to cup Wyatt’s face. He’d clearly spent the day playing with his makeup. He’d pinned his curls off his face with a chunky black clip, and his already perfect creamy skin now shimmered like a prism when the light hit it. He’d painted his eyelids a glittery silver-blue and his full lips a frosty pink. He looked like some virginal sprite from a faraway land,
