Caught on Camera (Love Through a Lens, #1)

by Chelsea Curto

“Take all the time in the world,” he calls out. “You’re worth the wait.” “Do you use that line on every girl?” “You know there aren’t any girls.”

YES! <3

I don’t care about his money or his name. He might be a god in the football world, but he’s also the guy who remembers exactly how I take my coffee. I like this side of him best.

To be seen is to be loved...

“You have to do what’s best for you,” I say. “There’s not a one-size-fits-all happily ever after.”

It’s jealousy, I think, not of the person but of their situation. Of having someone to come home to every night. Someone to share their day with, the good, the bad, and the mediocre moments in between.

Every moment

It might be below freezing outside, but her laugh is warm. Inviting. Sunshine in human

It’s expressive. Bold and vivacious, just like her. A giant fuck you to anyone who’s ever told her she needs to tone it down, because Lacey laughs like she does everything else in life: without a care in the goddamn world. I like that about her.

“He’s a good guy, isn’t he?” “One of the best.”

He loves her loudly and softly, in front of everyone and when no one is watching. I always catch him looking at her, this dopey smile of adoration on his face, like he can’t believe she’s his.

Who cares about your Rookie of the Year award when you were Mr. December in a calendar back when you were in college? The bow was a nice touch,” she says. “I’m never talking to you again.” I walk away, ignoring her laughter and quick footsteps to chase after me.

LOL

I know it might not mean much, but to me, the panic attacks make you a superhero.” I frown and look over at her. “What do you mean?” “You have the ability to fight off these thoughts of yours, which isn’t easy. You don’t let the negativity win. And if it does win sometimes, that’s okay. That doesn’t make you less. It makes you more. You’re an incredible human learning to juggle the balance between your mental health and being on the field, and I respect you for it.

I’ve never wanted to take away someone’s hurt before, but when I see the pain etched into her frown and the way her shoulders curl in, I want to burn the world to the fucking ground.

She gives me a shy grin in return and I press my lips against hers, kissing my best friend in front of seventy thousand people without a damn in the world, just as snowflakes start to fall from the sky.

“You are? You don’t look really happy. You look kind of constipated.”

OMG! LOL

Besides, what would I do with a thousand acres all to myself? You wouldn’t be there, and I’d miss your pumpkin pies.”