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

by Chelsea Curto

during the week. Going to the strip club after a game and getting dozens of numbers.” “And that’s not something you’re interested in?” I ask, and a rush of heat climbs up my chest. “I can’t have that life anymore. I don’t want it, either. I like coming home and hanging out with y’all. I like when you try to cook dinner before giving up and ordering takeout. I like having someone besides a four-year-old to have a conversation with over a meal. And, do you want to know the best part?” he asks, and he leans in a little closer. “What’s that?” I ask. “You haven’t tried to take a picture of my dick yet.” “Stop.” I choke on another laugh. “Someone’s done that?” “Yup. Mid-shower. Thank god the glass was fogged up, or I’d probably be on some Reddit thread that asked people to rate the size from one to ten.” “How would you rate the size?” “I don’t know. I haven’t taken out a ruler recently to measure.”