Page 44 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“This is huge.”
“It’s complicated. Ugh, and so messy.”
“But it’s good, right?”
“Being with him is heaven. But, ugh, he’s in so much pain. And he’s scared about his neurological issues. He can’t even play the guitar.” I sigh into the phone, pouting. “It’s so tough.”
“Oof. Sounds like it.”
“I’d better get back to him.”
“Tell him we say hi.”
“I will. I was going to send you a photo, but he kissed my cheek when I took the picture.”
“That sounds so cute! I wanna see.”
“His manager is way strict about information getting out about him. They made me sign an NDA.”
“Intense.”
“Totally. Tell Parker I said hi.”
“Hi, Josie!” Parker’s voice calls through the phone.
“I don’t have you on speaker,” Kylie says, “he’s just way too close to me.”
“Why are you two so adorable? Anyway, I’ll text you later.”
“You’d better. Hope you have a nice night in your fancy hotelsuite.”
“I’m sure I will.”
We hang up and I make my way back to Wyatt’s room, my smile only waning when the man in black gives me a once over. I cower from his scrutiny, pointing into the doorway as a nonverbal way of asking if I can enter. He gives me a grunt, which I promptly take as ayes, and I move inside Wyatt’s room.
I edge my way inside, finding him sitting up and craning his neck at the couch.
“Hey,” I whisper.
He snaps his head in my direction, immediately wincing and squinting his eyes closed.
My jaw clenches and I’m careful on my approach. “Are you okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” He grunts, opening his eyes and rubbing the side of his head. “I moved my head too fast. It always hurts when I do that.”
“Do you need me to call someone? Or to get a washcloth?”
Tight-lipped, he shakes his head, sitting back on a mound of pillows. “No, I’m good.” He lets out a soft laugh. “I was worried you were gone.”
I smile, sliding my hand onto his forearm. “It wasn’t a dream. I’m here.”
His smile grows and his chest eases with a swell of relief. “Who knew getting stuck in a hospital could be better than a dream?”
“Maybe we could’ve found a better scenario to meet up than this,” I joke.
He lets out another faint laugh. “I know. My bad.” He nods out at the view. “Must’ve missed the sunset.”
“Yeah, it’s about seven-thirty.”
