Page 151 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
He sighs, lifting the paper. “We only met because I was the dummy who had to repeat sixth grade. How did I not turn you off?”
I curl my legs onto the seat of the couch and sit on my knees. “Because you’re wonderful.”
“You were stuck tutoring me.”
“So? You’re more than your reading age or how quickly you solve a math problem. You’re creative and soulful. You’re my other half.”
“But you’re so much better than me. You’re intelligent, caring, and...”
I press my finger against his lips. “Hush. Don’t you dare say a bad word about yourself.”
His shoulders droop and his eyes are glossy. “These glasses are basically a big sign on my face saying, I’m behind.”
I drop my hands to his shoulders. “No, they’re not. Don’t you realize how many crazy smart people wear glasses?”
“But I already have a history of trailing behind everyone else.”
Tears prick my eyes. “Stop it.”
He lifts the paper again. “You heard my voice on Portia’s phone. My heart wasn’t in it. All I’ve ever wanted was to be a musician and, somehow, it happened. And I’m blowing it. No one wants to hear an original song from me. I’m not good enough.”
I cup my hands against his jawline. “Don’t say that. Wyatt, you’ve lost your memory because you suffered emotional shock. Recording those soundbites was one of the last things you did on the film set. Maybe your heart wasn’t in the song because other things were going on in your life.” I lower my hands, sigh, and take the piece of paper from him. “You have a clean slate now. We’re back together. Maybe we can put some soul back into these words.”
Wyatt sucks in a breath and combs his fingers through his hair. “I don’t want to mess it up.”
I give him a gentle smile. “Isn’t that why you wanted to come up here and practice? I mean, you stopped our makeout session for this.”
He blushes and the glasses slightly droop on his nose. “Okay, the worrying is over.”
I graze my thumb against his chin. “I’m so glad you can be honest about your feelings with me. But don’t ever doubt my love for you. Why you’re still into me is another matter.”
“What?”
A nervous laugh simmers out of me. “Portia would’ve locked lips with you if you let her.”
“I’m not gonna let her,” he replies firmly. “Your lips are the only ones I want.”
My heart swells. “Really?”
“The girl got off a long flight,” he says softly. “I wasn’t gonna reject her immediately. Fi-firstly, she took me off guard. Secondly, I didn’t want to be mean.”
“See. Told ya, you’re the sweetest.”
“I’ve told you all along, you don’t need to be jealous of some other girl.” He grasps my hand and kisses it. “And, I don’t doubt you love me. I just think you can do better.”
A belly laugh rolls out of me. “You’re a literal superstar.” I wipe the tears of laughter from my eyes. “And I loved you before the fame. How could you think I was punching under?”
Wyatt’s eyebrows raise. “You loved me before?”
I bite my lip. “I never said anything. It seemed too soon, and I figured we’d have more time.” I pull my arms around his waist. “I felt so lucky when I was asked to tutor you when you repeated sixth grade. I was obsessed with you, right from the start.”
Wyatt smirks. “Obsessed?”
“Big time. Those big eyes, luscious lips, and sweet attitude. You are everything to me, Wyatt.”
Wyatt grins and kisses my forehead. “Then I’ll be glad I got held back. Otherwise, I might not have you now.”
“Exactly. Second chances happen for a reason.”
