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

by Chelsea Curto

“Hey,” I say, and I pull her into a side hug. She’s warm from the afternoon sun, and I tap her shoulder twice before letting go. “How’s it going?” “This is nothing like the preseason games. I’m not going to lie, I’m a little overwhelmed.” “Only a little? Pretty sure I almost shit myself my first game,” I say, and she bursts out laughing. “Coach had to literally drag me from the bathroom.” “It’s a bummer that wasn’t included in the Cosmo article about your hair flipping. The women would be flocking to you,” she jokes. “I don’t need any more women. I’m pretty busy with the two I have in my life.” “Oh?” Maven asks, and I have to lean in closer to hear her. “Are you?” “Between you attacking me with paint and June always six seconds away from running into the coffee table in the living room, I’m closer to a heart attack than I was last year,” I say. “That might be true, but you’re forgetting something.” “And what’s that?” She stands on her toes and cups her hand around my helmet. “You’re also happier than you were a year ago.” “So much happier. Speaking of, I have something for you.” I step back and pull out the paper I tucked in my pants. “Is it your grabbable dick? Dammit, Lansfield, we’re in public.” “Nope. Smaller. Much smaller,” I say, and I hand her the note. “It’s from June.” “Is it?” Her fingers brush against mine when she takes the paper, and I watch her carefully unfold the square. “Oh, it’s beautiful.”