Page 180 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“It’s easy to see how much you were missed. I feel like a jerk for keeping you away for so long.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Because your family needed you.”
I rub warmth into his arm. “You needed me too.”
“I didn’t have any clue about your homelife.” He sighs at the floor. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want you to feel guilty. I’m happy to be back with my family, but even happier that you’re here too.”
He rubs the side of his head. “I wonder how long we can make this last.”
“Our pull-out couch is certainly no California king bed in a penthouse.”
Wyatt smirks. “I bet it’ll be the closest thing to home I’ve slept on for a long time.”
I nestle into him. “I’m so glad you’re here, Wyatt.”
His hands press into the middle of my back. “Me too. I was so sick at the thought of you coming here without me.”
“But you’ll be okay when you go back?”
“I have another therapy call coming up soon,” he replies. “I’ll need to ask the doc how to survive my new work and homelife.”
“If it’s stressing you out, you should take a step back. I’m sure if you told Dr. Fincher, you weren’t coping, he’d tell Circle 8 you’re not fit for work.”
“Especially after them using Portia to manipulate me back into the studio.”
“You really need some time away from the suits. They’re rushing you.”
“Well, like I said, the pressure is already off.”
I smile and trace a finger under his chin. “That’s so great.” I peck his lips, and then say, “I hope my mom’s panic doesn’t trigger you.”
“Your mom genuinely worries about everyone. It’s sweet.”
“We’ll see how longsweetlasts before it becomes grating.”
“Considering who I’ve been exposed to for the past few months, I think it’ll last a while.”
“She’ll love having someone around who doesn’t roll their eyes at her.”
Wyatt chuckles. “I get an ache when I do that, so I’ll keep her happy.”
“How is your headache?”
“Reallydull. I feel really good, Joze. Truly.”
Before I can respond, the distinct slide of the back door sounds and then the racing of ten-year-old feet hit the backyard.
I hunch in my seated position. “Ugh.”
Wyatt mumbles a laugh as Callum and Casey bustle their way into the treehouse. They plant themselves directly in front of us, forcing Wyatt and me to break apart.
“So what’s it like making movies?” Callum blurts.
“Ah, I don’t...”
