Page 103 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
Wyatt grins. “There’s always a first time.”
I set my phone aside and shake out my hands. “There’s some lines I’ve been mulling inside my head. Sometimes I go over them a few times before writing them down.”
“I’m cool with being a sounding board.”
I close my eyes and take a settling breath.
“The space is big enough for me.
One hundred people fit here.
But I’m only happy if it’s us.
Crowds will break my spirit.
But together, we bring the light.”
I shake out my hands again, exhaling, and slowly opening my eyes.
Wyatt rubs his arms. “Wow, Josie. I got goosebumps.”
I shy away. “Really?”
“I loved it.”
“The phrasing still needs work.”
He nudges me. “You should write song lyrics.”
I cup a hand over my face and shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
“Okay, you’re getting embarrassed.” Wyatt tugs his T-shirt up his torso. “Wanna get in the water?”
“Uh.” I gesture at my dress. “Not exactly pool attire.”
He stretches his arms above his head, ripping the shirt off. “Did you bring a bathing suit?”
My mouth runs dry, eyeing off the tattoo running along the inside of his arm. “Umm, no.”
Wyatt slips into the water, and for a moment, my heart malfunctions.
Wading into the water, he beckons me in. “Come on in. You can have your dress washed afterwards.”
Why is he being so irresistible right now? “Are you okay in the water?”
He nods, making his way through the water. “I did hydrotherapy at the clinic. As long as I can touch the bottom, I’m good.”
“When I wanted to go to the beach, I had no intention of getting in the water. Chlorination doesn’t exactly beat salt water.”
Wyatt moves closer to me and reaches for my thighs. “Come on, Josie-posey. The water won’t hurt you.”
He was already transfixing me before he was touching my legs. With a shiver, I gulp my fear, and nod at him. I slip into his arms, moving into the perfectly blue water, illuminated by the lighting hidden amongst the turquoise tiles.
A throaty laugh hums out of him and his arms wrap around my middle. “Not so bad, is it?”
I plant my hands on his shoulders. “Experiencing anything with you isn’t so bad.”
His hands lower and he hoists me against him. “Thanks for sharing a sneak peek of your poetry.”
