Dominic’s POV
The house felt too quiet after we put Justin to bed. The usual hum of activity had faded, leaving just me, sitting in the middle of the living room, trying to focus on some work. But the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood upstairs stole my attention, and the moment I glanced up from my phone, all my focus shifted.
Ruby appeared at the top of the stairs, and I forgot how to breathe.
She was in a red dress. Not just any red dress—a slinky, skin-hugging, knock-the-breath-out-of-you kind of dress that clung to her in ways that had me questioning every decision I’d made lately. The fabric shimmered under the dim light, curving around her hips, dipping low enough to reveal just enough skin to drive me mad. Her hair was swept up, exposing the smooth column of her neck,
