Page 35 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
His mouth hangs ajar, startled. “What is it?”
“Uh,” I stammer. “I don’t have a boyfriend, but...”
His eyes widen as I leave him hanging.
My stomach cramps and I force out, “You might have a girlfriend.”
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Wyatt scrunches his eyes closed, shaking his head. “I what?”
I clasp my hands over my mouth, too terror-stricken to respond.
He opens his eyes, his brow furrowing skeptically. “I can’t have a girlfriend.”
“But, I think...”
He sits back, unconvinced. “Why would I have a girlfriend?”
“Because I’ve seen...”
“No, why would I have a girlfriend and she’s never visited?”
“Oh, umm...” Because Lexy said she’s still in Europe. “She, umm...”
He sits forward. “What are you trying to say?”
“Well, you might not be official, but...”
Hepoints at his chest, dumbfounded. “You think I have a girlfriend?”
I raise my palms as my vision blurs. “I... I...”
He catches my hands, pulling them to center between us. “Joze, you’re st-starting to st-stutter worse than me.”
I blink back my tears, but one sneaks out, leaving a wet trail down my cheek. “I’m sorry,” I whisper hoarsely. “I just... I don’t want to do anything when she might be...”
Wyatt frowns. “Who is she?”
I bite into my lip as my stomach spasms. “Your co-star. And, umm, apparently you were recording a song together.”
He squeezes my hands gently. “Doesn’t mean we were a couple.”
I nod. “It might’ve been fabricated, but I don’t know how real either of your feelings were.”
He tugs me toward him. “The only real feelings are what I feel for you. This person obviously doesn’t care about me. I’ve never heard from whoever she is.”
“But...”
His thumb swipes over my tear-stained cheek, and he shakes his head to halt my sentence.
I frown. “But, what if...”
“What if I never hit my head and we weren’t sitting here together?” Wyatt says softly, cupping the side of my face. “Yeah, it scares the crap out of me that I, I have this whole life th-that is just blank in my mind. But I don’t care about it as much as I care about being with you.”
“But before your accident you didn’t want...”
He cuts me off. “I can’t believe that I didn’t want to be with you. There has to be another ex-ex-explanation for me not keeping in contact.”
