Page 120 of Taken Off Camera

When my gaze settles on him, standing near the table, my pulse trips over itself. He waits for me barefoot, a silk blindfold in place, his whole body at ease. Candlelight glides over his skin and the deep emerald lingerie adorning him.

Micah’s hair falls over his cheek, the loose chestnut strands brushing the edge of the blindfold.His hands rest at his sides, not a hint of discomfort in his pose.

“I was starting to think you’d forgotten dinner,” he says softly, cocking his hip.

“Never.” The word leaves me rougher than I intend, half prayer, half disbelief.

His head tilts toward me. “Then come here, my Alpha. You’re off duty.”

The knot that formed in my chest the night I woke up from the crash to find Micah gone finally loosens. I cross the space between us, drinking in the flicker of candlelight on his skin, the way the delicate lace hugs his hips, and the calm confidence in his posture. The sight of him standing unafraid stirs a deep ache in my chest.

“You made me dinner,” I murmur, stopping close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“Well, Mrs. Bustly did, but I told her what I wanted,” he corrects, smiling. “I’m pretty sure she didn’t overcook the potatoes, though.”

A laugh escapes me. “I liked your overcooked potatoes.”

“Liar.” His lips curve higher. “But I appreciate it.”

Careful not to startle him, I reach up and untie the blindfold, letting the silk slip free. His lashes lift, revealing the vivid green of his irises. There’s no fearthere anymore. Just the same kind of peace I’ve been chasing for both of us.

“You did all this for me?”

“For us.” He curls a hand in my sweater. “I wanted to show you that I’m okay. That I’m… me again. Or at least getting there.”

Emotion tightens my chest until words become useless. I cup his face in my hands, thumbs brushing his jaw, and he leans into the touch like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“I’m proud of you,” I whisper. “More than I can ever say.”

His smile softens. “Then stop saying it and kiss me.”

I do. Slow and deliberate, easing into his mouth as I try to show him all the love, hopes, and dreams I have for our future together. He sighs, his arms wrapping around my neck as his body melts against mine until no space is left to measure between us.

When I finally pull back, I cup his face. “You’re home.”

Micah’s breath catches, his lips brushing mine in answer. “I’m home.”

Outside our suite, the world still turns. Missions are still underway, and we have more battles to fight.

But here, behind our closed door, it’s just us.

And for now, that’s enough.

The End.