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

by Chelsea Curto

“What are your favorite cuisines? There are tons of options around here.” “Anything, really. Thai. Italian. Cookies.” “Do we classify cookies as a cuisine?” he asks.

I think my time of death is going to be just before 11 a.m. in the middle of a fucking football field. There’s my last name stretched boldly across her shoulders like it’s hers, too.

“It would be worth it. You’ve filled all the quiet and lonely parts of my life, Maven.”

"You look at her like she’s the sun,” Reid adds, and he hugs me too. “No. She’s the stars. Always there. Shining and bright, even when everything in my world goes dark. I’d stay up all night just to see her.”

Because when I look at you, Maven, I’m alive for the first time in years. I feel like I was made for you, and I feel like you were made for me too. I’m all in on this. On you.”

“You are the sun and you’re the stars, and even on the worst days, when we’re mad at each other or tired or frustrated, it’s still going to be a good day, because you’ll be by my side.”