Page 149 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
I smirk. “And I’m sure a pillow is gonna make it worse.”
He grins. “If only this were a cartoon and I could hit my head again, and all my memories would come flooding back.”
“Too bad this is real life, and all you’d achieve is even worse headaches.”
He frowns. “Yeah, not a good trade.”
I slink down on the couch as Hubert brings his pills. “So, Ferndale tomorrow. Are you excited?”
Wyatt washes back the pills and Hubert leaves discreetly.
“I d-don’t know if ex-excited is the right word. But I’m hoping it feels like home.”
I sigh at the possibility. “I really hope it feels like you get a missingpiece back. It felt that way when meeting Portia, right?”
He gives me a startled look. “Yeah, but not like she was my...”
I cut him off with a laugh. “Wyatt, you’ve made it clear you’re not interested in her.”
He smiles. “It was like my work life, I guess. All the dark spots in my memory.”
“And your parents never did that for you?”
“They just brought negativity around the blank spaces.” He hugs the pillow again. “Portia brings brightness. Like, maybe this work thing won’t be so bad after all. She makes it sound fun, doesn’t she?”
“Well, sure. It’s all very glamorous, being a celebrity.”
Wyatt sighs, combing his finger through his hair. “I guess so.”
I tap his arm. “You’re slouching. Savanna wouldn’t be happy.”
Wyatt grunts, pulling himself up on the couch. “I forgot. Hunching is your thing.”
I giggle. “Shut up.”
He grasps my hand. “Are you really okay with going to Ferndale with me?”
“Yeah, but my parents won’t be. My mom is already panic-stricken and wanting me on the next flight home.”
“It’s just a little detour.”
“Yeah. I’ll just tell them this is the quickest option to get me home. One more night away, and then I’ll be home.”
“Ugh. How am I going to survive without you?”
“There’s always video chats. We won’t really be apart.”
He shakes his head. “It’s not the same.”
I lean in and kiss him softly. “That’s why we need to get all our kissing in before I leave.”
He caresses the sides of my face, hungrily kissing me back. As I reposition myself against him, I feel him shift. A soft moan pours out of him, and then he grazes my bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls away.
His hands stay locked on the sides of my face as he sighs. “All I want right now is to be kissing you. But I really should take a look at this song.”
I slump against him and huff. “Okay.”
He mumbles a laugh as he plucks the folded paper from his pocket. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
