Page 105 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Still, I don’t want you paying for designer threads. Erika can do that.”
“I don’t want to take advantage.”
Wyatt shrugs. “Your money’s no good here.”
“So, you actually wanna go clothes shopping with me?”
He grins. “Sure, why not? Wanna meet up after our showers and check them out?”
“It’s a date.”
After my shower, I slip my saturated dress into a laundry bag for another wash. My curls are flat after washing the chlorine from my hair, and I make sure my makeup is on point. Back home, the clerks at the boutiques can be ultra-snooty. So I can only imagine it’s a level above on Royale Boulevard. Even if I’m shopping with Wyatt, I want to look a smidge like I belong.
Wyatt attempts a whistle when we meet in the living area. “Dang, Joze. Looking good.”
My blush is lightning fast. “Thanks, Wyatt. You’re looking dreamy yourself.”
He’s in a dark blue button-down, dark denim jeans, and navy trainers. His sandy hair is styled to the right, and something about it makes his hazel eyes pop.
He steps forward, leaning on his cane. His left arm bends into a wing. “Shall we?”
I hook arms with him and we move toward the elevator. Two security guards stand by the elevator, and they step inside with us as we descend to the ground floor. On the way down, I can’t help staring at the partial tattoo dipping below his shirt sleeve.
Wyatt chuckles. “What is it?”
I jolt, embarrassed. “I’m sorry. It’s just seeing that tattoo in real life. Just reminds me of how much you’ve grown up.”
Wyatt’s eyebrow crooks, looking me up and down. “Could say the same thing about you, Joze. You’re a knockout.”
My blush intensifies.
Wyatt brushes a hand over the tattoo. “I think about the ink a lot. I really want to remember what it felt like.”
“I’m sure it’ll come back to you.”
“No, I’m legitimately thinking about getting another tattoo.”
I gawk at him. “What? Like, now?”
He smirks. “Soon.”
“Whoa.”
“And I know what I want.” Wyatt turns the inside of his arm up, and traces the space above his wrist. “I’m getting a J there.”
I jitter as his hand draws an invisible J over the space. “R-r-really?”
Wyatt lets out a nervous laugh. “I want something that reminds me of you, every second of the day.”
“But it’s so permanent.”
He plants a kiss on me. “That’s the point.”
I shiver as my heartbeat pounds in my ears. “Oh my gosh.”
The elevator doors ping open and security lets us enter the lobbyfirst. We make our way past the front desk, and toward the front revolving doors.
“First things first.” Wyatt squeezes my hand and grins ear to ear. “I haven’t ventured out anywhere in so long. This place is supposed to be fancy, right?”
