Page 22 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
Whoa.
Near the floor-to-ceiling windows is a couch and two armchairs, and then a kitchenette where a nurse stands by the sink. She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles.
“Looks like you have a visitor, Wyatt.”
“Huh?”
Even though it was just a syllable, I’d recognize that voice anywhere.
I turn to the opposite side of the room, and there he is. Sitting onhis hospital bed in a light gray T-shirt and black sweatpants, a movable table fixed over his bed with an array of playing cards displayed. His hazel eyes shine behind square-framed glasses, which he then rips off and tosses onto the moveable tray table.
Wyatt shoves the table away. “Josie!”
I move over to him as adrenaline courses through me. “Wyatt. Oh my gosh. I can’t believe it’s you.”
He leaps off the bed, pulling me into a hug. “Were you expecting someone else?”
I tremble in his arms, taking a moment before hugging him back. “No, it’s not that.” I let out a nervous laugh. “I just... It’s been so long. I never expected to see you again.”
He frowns, his shoulders slouching as he pulls out of the hug. “Really?”
My smile twitches. “Only because you’re such a big star now.”
He gently brushes back my curls and whispers, “I’ve missed you.”
My knees weaken. “I’ve missed you too.”
His throat flexes as he looks me up and down. “You look so pretty.”
The blush warms through my cheeks. “Oh, thank you.”
Wyatt stumbles backward, leaning against his bed for support.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He smiles brightly. “Of course. You’re finally here.”
“Wyatt,” the nurse says, “maybe you should sit down again.”
Wyatt shrugs and pulls himself back on the bed. I get tummy flutters when I glimpse the tattoo inside his arm. He mostly looks the same as the boy I knew, just the tattoo, the hairstyle, and muscles are new since the last time I saw him in the flesh.
He pushes his palms down on the mattress, shifting in place and wincing from the effort.
“You good?” I ask.
He nods. “I just have a sore neck and shoulders. They say I hadsome kind of fall, or something.”
“Yeah, I heard.”
“I have to do all this ph-ph-physical therapy to help with my posture and walk properly again.”
“Did you have to relearn to walk?”
He smirks. “I was just super wobbly.” He catches my hand, tugging me closer. “Boy, am I glad to see you.”
Tingles run down my spine. “Erika only called me last night. I’ll be here anytime you ask for me.”
“I ah, ah, asked for you to come for like, uh, uh, ages,” he stammers with an adorable grin.
