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

by Chelsea Curto

I follow the noise. I stand in the entryway and see Maven on the couch. Her phone is in her hand and her bottom lip is caught between her teeth. It looks like she’s thinking hard about something, but before I have time to wonder what it is, my phone buzzes twice in my pocket. I pull it out and find messages from her on my screen. Maven Hi. I hope the hotel is fun. The apartment is always so lonely when you aren’t around. Can you hurry home, please? I love that she calls my place home, and I type out a quick reply. Me Hey, sunshine. Kind of sounds like you miss me. I watch her reaction, and I feel victorious when she smiles and answers right away. Maven Only a little bit. Don’t flatter yourself. “Just a little bit?” I ask. Her phone goes flying. She lets out a noise that’s somewhere between a screech and a squeal, and I double over laughing when a shoe comes flying at my head. “What the fuck? Dallas?” Maven clutches her chest and stares at me like an ax might be coming for my head next. “Are you insane?