Off Camera (Love Through a Lens, #3)

by Chelsea Curto

“I have Emmy’s handwriting tattooed on my chest. Her name has been my phone passcode since the week after I met her. I’m king of the fucking cheese.

“She’s your girl. This is fucking destiny, man. You’re going to hand her a glass of champagne and sit with her. I’m going to pay the DJ a shit ton of money to put on a slow song. You’ll say something along the lines of, ‘So. About that dance.’ Then, you’ll lead her onto the dance floor, hold her close, and just enjoy the moment, Reid. If it feels right, kiss her. If it doesn’t, talk some more and get to know her. You don’t know what’s going to happen unless you try.”

“You never take up too much space, Ave. Not with me,” he says. “I think I’d like you to take up more of it.”

I might love you. I think I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time.