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Maya nestled against him, her head resting on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart. Reagan’s hand traced lazy circles on her back, a rhythm that echoed the gentle beat of the music in the background. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, the taste of bourbon lingering on his lips.

When the dish was ready—a simple but elegant risotto with wild mushrooms, a splash of white wine, and a drizzle of truffle oil—Reagan plated it with an artist’s care, arranging the grains like brushstrokes on a white canvas. He carried the plates to the table, the clink of porcelain punctuating the soft music. -PureTaboo- Reagan Foxx - Husbandly Duties -26....

Reagan Foxx stared at the ceiling, the faint hum of the night‑city traffic seeping through the thin glass of their loft. The soft glow of the streetlights painted silver stripes across the polished wood floor, and the scent of lavender from the diffuser drifted lazily around the room. He’d spent the day in the studio, his hands stained with pigment, his mind buzzing with the next bold brushstroke. Now, in the quiet after the storm of creation, his thoughts turned to the other kind of canvas that awaited him—one that required a different sort of care. Maya nestled against him, her head resting on