But today wasn’t about pigments and palettes. Tonight, Reagan had promised to take over the “husbandly duties” that Maya had been juggling for weeks—cooking, cleaning, and, most importantly, a little bit of “us time” she’d been craving. He’d been looking forward to it all day, a private promise he’d kept tucked behind the day’s deadlines.
“Hey, love,” she whispered, moving into the doorway. The heat of her body brushed his cheek as she leaned in for a quick kiss—soft, familiar, a reminder of all the mornings they’d begun in the same way. -PureTaboo- Reagan Foxx - Husbandly Duties -26....
The front door clicked open, and Maya slipped in, her coat still damp from the rain. She shook off a few drops, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she caught sight of Reagan perched on the edge of the couch, a glass of bourbon in hand. The amber liquid caught the light, casting tiny flickers across his face. But today wasn’t about pigments and palettes
He reached for the bourbon bottle, pouring two generous glasses, the amber liquid swirling like molten gold. He led her back to the couch, the soft cushions inviting them to sink in. He poured the bourbon over their shoulders, letting the warm liquid soak into their skin, the scent of vanilla and oak mingling with the lingering fragrance of the dinner. “Hey, love,” she whispered, moving into the doorway
As the last note of the jazz faded, Reagan pressed a kiss to the crown of Maya’s head, his voice a husky murmur, “I love you, Maya. Thank you for trusting me with these little moments.”