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

by Chelsea Curto

“I wish you would,” I say, turning my cheek and biting the pad of his thumb. His laugh is made of pure delight, a beautiful, wicked thing I feel deep in my belly. “Seeing you like this makes me lose my mind. It makes me want you in all the ways I can’t have you.” “Would it really be so bad if you lost your mind?” I ask. “If you lost it with me?” “You’re the only person I’d want to lose it with.” Dallas takes a step to his left and puts distance between us. His sigh is heavy and anguished, as if space is the last thing on his mind. “But I have to think of someone other than myself.” “You always put others before yourself, Dallas. What would you do if you could be selfish for once? This is your secret spot—tell me a secret.” “Sometimes I can’t remember what my life was like before you were in it,” he whispers. “Everything about you has been unintentional and the biggest surprise. I’d go through eight hundred nannies if it meant finding you again.” “Eight hundred?” I whisper back. “That’s too many. Imagine all the pictures of your dick the internet would have.” “It would be worth it. You’ve filled all the quiet and lonely parts of my life, Maven.” “Is that a bad thing?” “No.” He pauses and dips his head. Pink spreads across his cheeks, and I reach for his hand. Our fingers thread together and I squeeze once, a gentle assurance that I’m here. That I’ll always be here. “It’s the best thing.”