Jet-black hair shaved down at the sides but longer on top curved just enough for one strand to fall over his eyes. His jawline and nose were shaped beautifully, and his eyes were a piercing blue. Tattoos covered his arms, and a light, day-old stubble dusted his face. His muscles were large, highlighted by his tight black shirt and ripped jeans. Everything about him oozed bad boy, and something inside me told me he might just be. I backed away toward the wall as he reached his hand back and locked the door. “Hello, Eisley.”
