Eisley awoke to a breathtaking sight. Irwin, with his sun-kissed hair tousled and partially hiding his forehead, lay next to her, bare-chested. She couldn't resist the urge to admire the way the morning light danced on his figure. Her eyes travelled from his neck and broad shoulders down to his perfectly sculpted chest.
After stealing a few more glances at him, she carefully slipped out of bed, mindful not to disturb Irwin. As she headed to the bathroom, the sight of the empty wine bottles on the floor caught her eye.
Remorsefully, she gently entered the bathroom she leaned over the sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't shake off the banging pain in her head.
Suddenly, something else drew her attention. Turning around, she spotted Irwin's clothes strewn across the floor, and she saw that his white shirt had what looked like blood stains.
