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

by Chelsea Curto

I’m a weak woman, and there’s nothing this man could ask that I wouldn’t do. Our arms touch when I stand next to him. Our shoulders brush, and the heat from his body wraps me in a warm embrace. “Hi,” I say. “Hey, sunshine. How was your night?” I rest my elbows on the metal ledge, mirroring him, and stare out at the city below. “It was good. I’m glad I got to see Isabella.” “How do y’all know each other?” “We played at Georgetown together. She’s the first person I met on campus my freshman year, and we just kind of clicked.” “It’s good to have friends like that. They’re harder to find the older you get, so keep the good ones around.” “You have lots of friends. Are they all good?” “I know lots of people,” he counters. “There’s a big difference. I would only consider a few to be friends.” “I’m honored to make the cut.” “Who says you’re on the list?” Dallas teases, and I roll my eyes. “I must’ve imagined you calling me your best friend, then.” “You know you take the top spot, Maven.”