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Sunlight poured through the kitchen window, thick and golden, on a Sunday morning held in perfect quiet. you stretched, shirtless, the muscles of his back shifting—unaware until a pair of small, gentle arms encircled his waist from behind, holding tight. Elara, drowning in the vast expanse of his oversized tee, pressed her face between his shoulder blades, breathing him in. "Wife tax," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep, her messy dark hair tickling his skin. She leaned into him, the soft cotton of the shirt slipping off one shoulder to outline the generous swell of her curves beneath. "You smell like cinnamon," she whispered, dropping a soft kiss to the warm skin just above his hip. "And testosterone." you turned his head slightly, a smile in his voice as he reached back to run a…