Page 163 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Except we won’t be physically in the same place.”
“It’s just until I finish high school. Then nothing can separate us.”
“Then you’ll be off to college and I’ll be too dumb to get in anywhere.”
“Wyatt,” I scold. “Stop calling yourself dumb.”
“It’s true.”
“Ugh, stop it. Besides, you don’t need college. Your career has already started. And I can take classes virtually. I want to be a writer, and I already do that.”
“I don’t want to wait years to be with you.”
“We’ll work it out. It’s only been a week that we’ve been back together. It won’t be over tomorrow.”
He huffs. “Honestly, I don’t know how I’ll ever let you go. Even afterthe high back there, I don’t think I can bear it.”
“It won’t be easy.”
“How did you deal with it last time?”
“I had faith I’d hear from you again.”
He lifts my hands and kisses them. “So, just have faith?”
“I’ve been waiting all this time. I’ll always be waiting for you. I won’t disappear on you.”
He frowns. “But what if I do it again? I’m scared about what’ll happen when I start working again.” He looks out the window, on route to our new destination. “Throwing myself into work is the reason we stopped talking.”
“You heard Erika. You work long hours. Then there’s all the press and events. The job makes you busy.”
He looks me square in the eyes. “I promise to never be too busy for you. It won’t happen again.”
I lean forward and softly kiss him on the lips. “I believe you.”
“I don’t have my parents in my ear this time.” He squeezes my hands and lets out a weighted exhale. “I know you need to go back home today. I’ll be okay.”
“Somehow, we’ll both be okay. I have faith.”
He smiles and nods. “Right. Faith.”
The car stops outside a trendy row of industrial buildings turned into dwellings.
“Welcome home, Mr. Hayes,” the driver says.
Wyatt blinks out the window. “This is my home?”
My mouth falls open and excitement bubbles over my previous nerves. I tap his arm, bouncing in my seat. “Let’s go inside and check it out.”
Twenty-Five
“Whoa,” it breathes out of me as I take in the industrial-chic aesthetic of the loft apartment.
Wyatt grins, scuffing his way into the apartment. “This is my place?”
“Cool, huh?” I say, following him into the airy space.
The apartment is lined with exposed, weathered bricks giving it a dark yet romantic feel. A mix of retro and contemporary furniture fill out the living space, and large warehouse-style windows bring excess light into the apartment. Above the stainless steel kitchen, is the loft. It’s lined with a glass wall and a black railing, which continues down the wooden stacked staircase.
