Page 194 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
I double-take at Wyatt.
Wait...
Does he remember?
I clutch his arm. “Wyatt?”
He turns to me, and then grunts, grabbing his head in pain.
I grab a hold of his other arm, looking him up and down as agony turns his frame rigid.
The people around us fuss and whine at the sight, but I refuse to take in any of their noise. Despite the fact it might hurt him, I shove Wyatt backwards, getting space from our onlookers. They continue to babble behind us, but they don’t come any closer.
With a stable stance, Wyatt stands a little taller, wincing and rubbing his thumb in a circle between his eyebrows.
I clutch his arm and place my other hand on his back. “Are you okay?”
“I... I...” He strains to get the words out as he hunches forward. “It hurts, but... I... I think I remember.”
My heartbeat accelerates and my hands press firmer on him. “Remember? Remember what?”
Wyatt drops his hand and lets out a horrified gasp. He bumps myhands off his and takes three unsteady steps backward. His mouth hangs open and his eyes widen with added shine.
“Wyatt?” I murmur, unnerved. “What is it? What’s happening?”
His forehead scrunches, and he holds the sides of head as he leans forward. A guttural moan aches out of him, and I’m petrified with icy fear. My vision blurs with cloudy tears and my muscles tense as questions leak from my brain.
I inch my way toward him, carefully taking hold of his arms. “What is it? Talk to me.”
“My movie,” he struggles to speak through gritted teeth. “I remember.”
My jaw drops. “As in, the film set? You remember being there? The accident?”
He frowns, which quickly morphs into a grimace as the pain scorches his face.
“Oh, Wyatt,” I mourn. “I hate that you’re suffering like this.”
Wyatt moves out of my grip and blinks his eyes clear. I take half a step towards him, still giving him air.
“Oh, crap,” it breathes out of him. “I have to go back.”
I blink at him, hoping I misheard. “Huh?”
He holds his stomach and presses his lips together as a lump bulges in his throat.
“Hey, hey,” I coo, rubbing the chill from his forearms. “Take it easy. Just breathe.”
He shakes his head. “I’ve made a big mistake.”
My heart drops. “About what?”
I can’t bring myself to ask more, but my brain spirals.
About me? About us?
“Joze, I’ve let them all down.”
Purpose strengthens my heartbeat. “Don’t say that. You’re doing your best to recover.”
