Page 104 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“No problem. I feel safe with you.” I pat his arms. “Should you be holding me up?”
He tilts his head, smiling adorably. “You have an objection?”
Butterflies flitter through me. “No, of course not. I’m just checking if you’re okay.”
He carries me toward the side, resting my back against the pool’s edge as his arms cinch around my waist. “I feel a lot stronger in the water.”
I smile. “So we should make coming in here a habit?”
He looks through the water ripples at my dress. “You should probably get a bathing suit then.”
“I need to get more clothes in general. I didn’t pack enough to extend my stay.”
“Were you planning on leaving right away?”
“To be honest, I didn’t think you’d want me to stay. I thought it was just a trip down memory lane, then you’d get back to your celebrity lifestyle.”
“Have I proven to you I can do both? I’m not bringing just anyone from school into my penthouse.”
I giggle, running a finger along his tattoo. “I’m glad you have a sense of humor about this.”
His eyes follow me, tracing the Sanskrit letters inked in his skin. “I get that you were on edge because we hadn’t seen each other in so long. I don’t know how I’d feel if you called me up after t-two years of radio silence.”
“Well, we wouldn’t have this view if you didn’t go and become famous.” I motion toward the majestic display over the clear drop of the infinity pool. “This is pretty special, Wyatt. There would only be a handful of people who get to experience this.”
He leans in and kisses my cheek, making his way to my lips. He purrs near my mouth, “I’m so glad you’re here with me.”
I kiss him back. “Anytime you need me, I’m here.”
Sixteen
After wringing out my dress several times, and wrapping myself in a towel, I still drip water inside the apartment.
“Sorry, Hubert,” Wyatt says as we make our way into the living space. “We’re making more mess for you to clean up.”
“It’s not a problem,” Hubert says kindly. “I hope you had a lovely time in the pool.”
“We did,” I say, bundling the towel tighter around me.
“May I get you anything?” Hubert asks. “Some robes, perhaps?”
Wyatt slings his towel over his shoulder and steadies himself with his walking cane. “I’m gonna get in the shower. But, hey, is there anywhere close by where Josie can buy new clothes?”
“Yes, sir,” Hubert says, standing with beyond perfect posture. “This hotel is on Royale Boulevard, surrounded by several boutiques.”
I grit my teeth and then sigh. “Royale Boulevard boutiques don’t exactly sound like they’re in my price range.”
Wyatt smirks. “Not exactly a mall, is it?”
Hubert clears his throat. “Many of the boutiques have chargeback facilities with the Gran Palacio Hotel. It won’t be a problem for Miss Bartlett to charge the items back to the penthouse.”
Wyatt’s eyes brighten. “Awesome. Let’s do that.”
I lift my hands in unease. “No way. I can’t do that.”
“Joze, let the management team pay for the clothes,” Wyatt says, careful to move slowly as he leaves a trail of water on the floor. “Besides, I’m the reason you’re staying longer than you intended.”
I grin. “Didn’t take much convincing.”
