Page 123 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“We could be together in the same town as your family.”
I grin. “That wouldbe amazing. But would your team be okay with that?”
Wyatt shrugs. “I haven’t said I’m going back to work any time soon. And it’s not like I have a school to go back to.”
“But I do.”
“Exactly. Let’s hang out where you can get back to your life.”
“Oh my gosh. This is amazing. But what about...” I stop myself from asking about his fans. I don’t want to admit I was eavesdropping.
“There’s no buts,” Wyatt says gently. “I just want to be with youandfeel like myself again.”
I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. “But didn’t you feel like yourself yesterday? With the fans and the special treatment?”
“You make me feel more like myself than any of those people do.”
My heart balloons at the thought of having Wyatt back in Victoria Falls. However, it deflates when I remember people online are already talking about me being around him.
I frown. “I can’t take you away from this life. You have people counting on you.”
He lifts my hands and kisses them. “You’re my person, Josie. You’re the only one who matters to me. Reuniting with your family is gonna go a heck of a lot better than it has with mine.”
“Will you be okay with that? It won’t be triggering?”
“Are you kidding? I can’t wait to see your family again.”
“So, you’re doing okay? You seemed wiped after that headache last night.”
“I’m good,” he says with a nod. “I took one of the sleep aids they’d give me at the clinic and slept like a log.”
“Awesome. You’re well rested then.”
He smiles. “Sure am. I’m ready for another date with my girlfriend.”
“You are?” The thought of being talked about online again makesmy back cramp. “Maybe we should stick to the penthouse.”
“Why? Don’t you wanna check out the beach? Or there’s still a section downstairs we didn’t wander through.”
“I dunno,” I say coyly. “Other people are down there. You know I’m not a fan.”
“Aww.” He chucks my chin. “Are you getting anxious? Once we got to the restaurant it was chill, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, of course, it’s just...”
His eyes widen as he stares at me, waiting for me to finish the sentence. “What?”
“Nothing, I...”
“Joze?”
I groan, hunching forward and rubbing my hands over my face.
“What is it?” he asks, rubbing my back. “You’re sc-scaring me.”
I lift myself up, lowering my hands, and swallow hard. “People will talk if we go back home together.”
His eyebrows arch. “What people?”
