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

by Chelsea Curto

“I might not be able to have you how I want,” I say softly, and his grip on my hand tightens. “But I’m so lucky to have you.” “Of all the sports teams in the city, you stumbled into mine.” Dallas chuckles, a wisp of a laugh that sounds starkly beautiful under the inky night sky. “I’m not one to believe in divine intervention, but someone up there saw that I was struggling, and they sent me the best gift I could ever ask for. You.” “We have got to stop having these emotional conversations. Why can’t we talk about the weather like normal people instead of spilling our guts like lunatics?” “Where’s the fun in that?” His arm drapes over my shoulder, and he gives me a sideways hug. “Watching you turn into a blubbery fucking mess is one of my favorite things.” “Asshole,” I grumble under my breath, and I swat at his chest. “Speaking of fucking messes, you’re going to be a nightmare on your flight. Shawn is going to kill you when he sees the dark circles under your eyes.” “Ah, well. It’s worth it. Life is short—you have to tell people how you feel about them.”