Chapter Eight
Sandra
I looked at the man in front of me. Man was putting it lightly, he looked like some kind of s*x god. Dark wash, ripped up jeans hung low on his slim hips, tattoos covered his arms and chest. The ink swirled over his tanned skin in elaborate swirls of ink.
Black tousled hair was brushed back from his face. I had the strangest sensation of wanting to fun my fingers through it, to see if it looked at soft as it felt. His face was covered by a half-skull mask that covered his forehead and cheeks but left his mouth free. Kissable, full lips curled into a half-smile that made butterflies flare to life in my stomach.
His jawline was square and I could tell that even with the mask covering up most of his face he was gorgeous. My eyes met his and I sucked in a breath. He ha
