Behind the Camera (Love through a Lens, #2)

by Chelsea Curto

Fine is the furthest thing in the dictionary to describe Maven Wood. Hot as sin would be more accurate. A distraction.

“Seems like I have a good luck charm with me,” he says, rough and low. He holds up the M and keeps his eyes on me as he kisses the letter then runs his tongue over the chain. It feels like he’s running his tongue over me and the places of my body I desperately want him to touch. “I think I’m going to wear it every game.”

"You look at her like she’s the sun,” Reid adds, and he hugs me too. “No. She’s the stars. Always there. Shining and bright, even when everything in my world goes dark. I’d stay up all night just to see her.”

“You are the sun and you’re the stars, and even on the worst days, when we’re mad at each other or tired or frustrated, it’s still going to be a good day, because you’ll be by my side.”