Page 40 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
My hands rest behind his ears. “I’ll never stop caring about you, Wyatt. You don’t have to worry about me leaving you.”
He bites into his lip, almost looking queasy.
My hands slightly lift off him. “Are you okay?”
“You’re worried about me leaving you,” he whispers. “That I’ll forget you.”
“You woke up remembering me,” I whisper. “That’s all I need to know.”
“But you...”
“I’m sorry I let my insecurities out,” I cut in. “You said there was no other girl in your thoughts, and I believe you.”
“I don’t want you to apologize for telling me your feelings.”
I nod, sliding my hands down to his shoulders. “Okay, thank you. Now, will you go back to bed?”
He nods. “I know my physical therapist will hate that I’ve beensitting here with terrible posture.”
“Does your back hurt?” I ask, helping him stand.
“Yeah, but it’s nothing new.” He smirks. “This didn’t help, but I’d have a dull ache either way.”
“So, I have to play posture police with you now?” I half-joke.
Wyatt grasps my hand as he gingerly walks back to his bed. “Oh boy. I didn’t realize how tired I was.”
I stand by his side as he carefully pulls himself onto the mattress. “You should get some shut-eye.” Unintentionally, I yawn. “Oh geez, think the flight is catching up with me.”
“Are you going back to your hotel?” he frets.
I throw a thumb at the couch. “That seems like a good place to nap.”
He grins. “Okay, good.”
“Sleep well, Wyatt.”
“Thanks,” he says, eyes dazzling with bliss as he grins.
I stand upright, woozy from the pounding of my heart. Okay, now I really need to lie down.
Seven
The travel did it. There’s no way I would’ve conked out otherwise.
Wyatt Hayes and I are in the same room, reminiscing about the past. How have I not been electronically charged this whole time?
I rub my forehead, staring up at the ceiling as I lie back on the couch. I just wish this could be paradise without the heaviness weighing down the situation. He has a whole life he doesn’t remember. A whole life that doesn’t include me.
Did he shut me out on purpose?
I sit up and view him asleep in his bed. Did the boy he turned into not want anything to do with me? If he had all his memories back, would he absolutely hate that I’m in this room?
Would he want Portia here instead?
My stomach churns with an ugly growl and I peel myself off the couch. I need out of this room before my thoughts truly spin out of control. On my way out, I can’t help watching Wyatt sleep. Dang, he’s so sweet looking. My stomach quivers with the conflicting emotions.
This boy acts like he wants me around every second.
