The house was quiet as I stared out of the kitchen window, the echo of the movie still playing in my head. I was about to head to bed when I heard footsteps from the hallway.
Ruby.
“Dominic,” she slurred, her lips curling into a slow, lazy smile. “There you are.”
I turned, and there she was, wearing one of my shirts.
And not just any shirt—the white one I’d put in her closet for moments like this. It was too big on her, but the way it hung off her shoulder, barely covering her thighs, made it impossible not to notice the curves it hinted at. The neckline dipped just enough to show off the soft rise of her breasts, her skin flushed and bare.
My breath caught in my throat, and I forced myself to look away.
She sauntered closer, that lazy, tipsy smile on her lips, her movements slow an
