"Dance with me," he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Dance!" Eisley laughed but Irwin was already pulling her gently into the thrumming crowd, making his way toward the dance floor where the rhythm pulsed like a living heartbeat.
Eisley's arms wrapped around Irwin's neck, and with a graceful yet swift motion, he guided her onto the dance floor, their eyes locked in a silent conversation.
Eisley shivered as she felt his hands glide over her bare back, tracing a delicate path up to her neck. Her lips parted, her gaze fixed on Irwin.
"I didn't know you could dance," she murmured.
His cheek brushed against hers as he inhaled deeply, savouring the moment. "And why's that?" he asked.
"I don't know. You just didn't seem like the dancing type."
Irwin chuckled. "I'm not, but tonight, I want to make you feel like you're floating," he said, pulling her closer, his grip firm around her waist.
