Micah (bxb)

Tangled hearts

(Landon)

As I hovered over Micah, feeling the heat radiating off him, I could barely control the hunger coursing through me.

My hands roamed his skin, trailing down his chest, memorizing every line, every curve, every shiver that I pulled from him.

“I love you so much,” I confessed. I would beat myself up every day because of what I did to him in the past.

I abused him when I should be worshiping every part of his body. But now that we were together, I intended to do that.

No one was going to stop me from making things right, from showing him every day how much I loved him, how much he meant to me.

I looked into his eyes. Those eyes that used to flinch when I came too close, that used to carry the weight of fear I had placed there.

But now, they were soft, trusting, and full of love. And I didn’t deserve it. Not after what I’d put him through. But here he was, beneath me, looking at me like I was his whole world.

“I love you too,” he whispered. The sincerity in it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I swallowed the guilt, pushing it down because today wasn’t about that. It was about us without anyone being around to watch our every move.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured against his skin, even though I knew I didn’t need to say it again. But I couldn’t help it. Every time I touched him, the guilt crept back in, reminding me of the mistakes I’d made, the times I’d hurt him.

Micah cupped my face, pulling me back up so our eyes met.

“Landon, stop.” His voice was firm but gentle.

“You don’t need to apologize. Not anymore. I’m here. With you. Because I want to be.” I nodded, though it was still difficult to believe sometimes.

“I know… I just… I would like to make sure you know how much I love you.” Micah smiled, that soft, beautiful smile that made my heart race every time.

“You show me every day. And I love you just as much. So stop overthinking.” I chuckled, leaning down to kiss him again, this time slower, deeper, letting all the words I couldn’t say melt into the kiss.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, and I felt him relax under my touch.

The way his body molded into mine, how perfectly we fit together. It was everything I ever wanted. Everything I didn’t think I deserved.

But I had him. He was mine.

“I’ll never hurt you again,” I promised, my voice rough with emotion as I pulled back just enough to look at him.

His lips were swollen from our kiss, his cheeks flushed, and the way he looked up at me, trusting, unafraid made my heart ache in the best way.

“I know you won’t,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over my lips.

“Because I trust you. Completely.” Hearing that… it was everything. I didn’t deserve him, but I’d spend the rest of my life proving that I was worthy of that trust. Of his love.

I kissed him again, softer this time, taking my time as I explored every inch of his skin.

I wanted to savor this, every touch, every sound he made as I worshiped him as I should have from the beginning.

Micah’s hands roamed my back, his nails scraping lightly against my skin as I moved lower, my lips trailing down his chest. I could feel him trembling beneath me, his breath hitching as I kissed my way down to his stomach.

“Landon…” he gasped, his voice strained with need.

I glanced up at him, loving the way he looked—completely undone, eyes half-lidded, lips parted.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I murmured, my hands sliding up his thighs, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles.

“I’m going to take care of you. Always.” And I meant it, every single word.

“I don’t want this to ever end,” he whispered, his fingers lazily running through my hair.

I smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“It won’t,” I promised.

“Not as long as I’m breathing.”

Micah sighed contentedly, and I pulled him closer, determined to keep that promise as long as I lived.