"Your dress, Eisley, you're going to ruin it," Irwin said against her lips. Irwin held the wall, trapping her in between as Eisley's back hit the wall gently.
Eisley broke the hiss, panting breathlessly. Irwin's gaze searched hers as he glanced downwards at her with emotions.
He gulped so hard that Eisley's gaze followed. Her chest rose and fell. The silence dragged on, except for their ragged breath. Eisley craned her hands into Irwin's hair. His thick, blond silky straight hair.
Irwin's phone rang, interrupting the silence. Eisley shook her head, "Don't take it."
"I'm sorry, baby, I have to," He replied, taking his phone out of his pocket, he answering the call.
Eisley watched him until he was out of sight. She pressed her lips, sighing.
"Eisley," A voice came from behind. Eisley turned around, her gaze went up and down at Cecily standing in a black gown.
