[It wasn’t a great way to start a conversation. “I have to tell you something,” is universally a bad sign, even worse when paired with Ruby Grant’s name. She had been dreading her own task, fearing the impact a question like the one she was supposed to ask would have on her and Dom. And wondering if it was even worth the risk. She had been weighing her options for weeks, but she still hadn’t had the time to settle on a decision. After all, what was written in the book about her wasn’t so bad, was it? She liked Dom, a lot, but she had always been all too aware that their relationship wasn’t the kind that would really last. Still, just the idea of ruining what they did have sent her mind reeling. So it was unsurprising that Willa walked with a bundle of nerves in the pit of her stomach, up the path and set of stairs that led her way to Dom’s doorstep. He was opening the door and standing in front of her in the doorway in what felt like just a few seconds. She offered a hesitant smile, too preoccupied with her own nerves to even begin to hide them. But he was smiling. That had to be a good sign, right? Seeing him acting so calm allowed her to calm herself down considerably.] It sounded urgent. [He always added that, didn’t he? As if it was some obligation he had to fulfill. Even though it was no surprise, it was the way he said it and its implications that made her blush just as red each time.]Thank you, Dom. What did you want to talk about?
