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.
Maya dropped her coat on a chair and slipped into a pair of soft slippers, the faint click of her steps echoing in the quiet. “I’m hungry,” she announced, half‑teasing, half‑serious. -PureTaboo- Reagan Foxx - Husbandly Duties -26....
“Don’t forget the garlic,” she said, leaning against the counter. The scent of fresh basil and rosemary soon filled the air, mingling with the faint smell of bourbon that still lingered on Reagan’s breath. He reached for the bourbon bottle, pouring two