Page 122 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
I suck in a breath and hold it, waiting for Wyatt’s response.
A despondent huff comes out of him. “Oh really? Then what’s the point of this th-therapy? Isn’t this supposed to help?”
There’s a long pause before Wyatt huffs again.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he says with a sigh. “The stutter is going away. Does make me feel better about myself.”
At that, I smile as my heart bounces to a happier beat.
“Oh, yeah, that’s the best,” Wyatt says, more energetically. “Josie is the best thing in my life.”
I hold another breath, only breathing out when my heart starts racing.
“So, when do we do another one of these therapy calls?” Wyatt says into the phone.
I pull myself off the wall, alarmed I’m listening to a therapy session.
“Okay, thanks, Dr. Maxton,” Wyatt says. “Talk soon.”
I shake out my hands, pacing a circle in the hallway, unsure whether to backtrack or actually enter Wyatt’s doorway. I’m about to retreat, when a beautifully melodic sound stops me in my tracks.
Euphoria sets in as Wyatt hums a tune. Before I can pick the song, Wyatt’s singing the lyrics. His perfect pitch has me shivering with goosebumps in the best way.
I make my way to the doorway, practically floating, as he sings a cover of an eighties pop song. He turns, meeting my eyes, slipping out a laugh as he finishes out the chorus.
“That’s a different song to yesterday,” I gush. “You remembered it on your own?”
Wyatt rubs the back of his head, an ecstatic grin lighting up his face. “I’ve been stopping myself from thinking about music. I was so scared I’d forgotten everything. Yesterday cured my fear.”
I plant my hands over my chest, bouncing on bended knees. “Oh, I’m so happy for you!”
Wyatt scuffs towards me, reaching his arms to pull around me. I walk into his hug and he says, “You didn’t join me last night?”
“Yeah, my homework was a struggle,” I say, resting my head on his shoulder. “And then I called home and read to the twins.”
“Aww, they would’ve loved that.”
“Yeah. It made me homesick.”
He pulls out of the hug and caresses the side of my face. “Are you okay? Oh no. Your eyes are all red and puffy.”
I suck in a breath and pat under my eyes. “Dang it. Hoped I’d blinked the tears away.”
“Joze, I don’t like seeing you so sad. We shouldn’t stay here if it’s making you miserable.”
I can’t shake my frown. “I wouldn’t say miserable, it’s just...”
“You miss your family,” Wyatt says, a shine of sadness in his eyes. “We need to get you back to Victoria Falls.”
I bite into my lip. “You’d be okay with me leaving?”
He smirks. “No. I’d go with you.”
My chin drops as I puff out an air of surprise. “Are you serious?”
His thumb rubs under my chin. “Then I get to see you happy.”
“I’m happy when I’m with you, it’s just...”
