Page 159 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
His jaw rocks and uncertainty wavers in his stare. “I just... I don’t see myself on a movie set.”
Portia gulps, pulling her hand back toward her. “You will,” she murmurs.
The discomfort radiates off Wyatt. I badly want to tell him everything will be okay. But with Portia watching us, I’m paralyzed.
She wants to be the one holding him. When she tells him it’ll be okay, she wants him to believe her.
Portia takes a handful of jelly beans, and then stands up. “Well, I’ll leave you two alone. We all need to conserve our energy before we land.”
“Thanks. Bye, Portia,” Wyatt says as she moves back to her seatbeside Jenna.
“That really unnerved you, huh?”
Wyatt fingers tap along the table’s edge. “The movie talk?”
“Yeah. You know, there’s no rush.”
“I think there is. Movies cost a lot, and I’m probably holding everything up.”
“But you got hurt on set. It’s they’re duty not to rush you back there.”
Wyatt hugs me closer. I can’t help but pout.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he whispers.
I motion toward Portia’s seat. “Does she seem sad to you?”
“Portia?”
“Yeah. It’s like she came over here to say something, but didn’t actually say it.”
“Like what?”
“I dunno...” I trail off, not wanting to say what’s on my head.
That Portia wishes she was in Wyatt’s arms. That she wants to pick up where they left off.
I shake it off and hug my arms around my boyfriend. “Nothing. I just want to forget everyone else is here with us.”
He rests his head against mine. “ThatI’m onboard with.”
It doesn’t take long until the plane is ready to land in Ferndale. Wyatt massages his temples as the plane descends. After we hit the tarmac, he promises me he’s feeling okay.
We watch everyone else unbuckle before we budge an inch. It’s like we both realize how much our time is running out once we leave this plane.
“Thea, can you hand me my sunglasses?” Lexy calls out to her assistant. “I can’t deal with all those flashes. I don’t want to be seeing spots for the next hour.”
Flashes?
As Wyatt and I join the others in the aisle, Thea hands Lexy a pair of aviator sunglasses. Ahead, Claire opens the passenger door for us to exit the plane. Through the hum of the usual airplane sounds, a louder rumble mixes into the surrounding noise.
The management staff vacates the plane with security watching over them. As I wander behind Thea, I peek through a window, and a gasp shoots out of me. The tarmac is littered with people. A huddled mass of cameras, microphones, hand-painted signs, and excited cheers. The crowd are held behind loose ropes, and I don’t believe for a second they will hold back the mix of press and adoring fans.
“Joze?” Wyatts voice brings me back into my body, and his hand grasps my shoulder. “You okay?”
I purse my lips and hold my breath, unable to communicate my fear of leaving the plane.
“Wyatt,” Portia says, grabbing onto his forearm. “We’re wanted outside. It’s time for everyone to see us back together.”
