[Elena's POV]

"I missed your smell," I admitted, my face flushing hot.

Noah let out a low, rough groan. He leaned closer to his phone camera.

The physical distance between us was annoying, but the sheer intensity of his stare made it feel like he was right there in the bed with me.

"Unbutton it," Noah commanded softly.

My breath hitched. "Noah, Nicole is sleeping next door."

"I don't care," Noah whispered. The authority in his tone left no room for argument. "I have spent the last seventy-two hours dealing with blood and traitors. I need to see my woman. Unbutton the shirt, Elena. Now."

My hands actually shook.

I...