Page 45 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Did you get some sleep?”
I nod. “Guess I needed it.”
“Did someone bring dinner?”
I check the door and then the kitchenette. “Not that I saw.”
He shrugs. “Usually someone brings it around six. They always bring a vegan meal. Did you know I was vegan?”
I grin and press a hand against my chest. “Yes. I’m trying to become vegan too. I eat mostly vegetarian food.”
“That’s awesome. I remember as a kid always feeling grossed out about eating animals. I’m really glad the part of me I can’t remember did something so cool like this.”
“I think it’s awesome too.”
“Are you hungry?”
I pat my stomach, thinking about the protein bar and two finger sandwiches I’ve eaten all day. “I could eat.”
Wyatt hits the nurse buzzer. “Think this is supposed to be just for em-emer-emergencies. But, heck, I don’t have a food button.”
“Oh,” I say, lifting my hand and showing off the elastic band. “I ran into Savanna in the hall. She gave me this for you.”
He sits up, taking the elastic. “Is she still here?”
“No, she said she was clocking out, but she’ll see you in the gym tomorrow.”
“Yeah, she’s working with me so much because I just wanna get outta here.”
“She might hold you back though,” I say teasingly, making him pout. “Because she said you’re her favorite.”
He lets out a sigh. “I thought you were being for real.”
“I get the impression she’s gonna miss you.”
“I have to come back for check ups,” he replies. “Plus, she said I’ll need to keep up the phys-phys-physical therapy for a few more months.”
“I’m sure she wants to spend more time with you.”
He mumbles a laugh giving me a wary look. “Savanna’s like ten years older than me. Why are you acting like she’s putting the moves on me?”
“Because a lot of women, young and old, have crushes on you.”
Wyatt winces. “I don’t wanna think about that.” He reaches for my hand, and I awkwardly meet his grasp. “And I don’t want you worrying about me and other girls. There’s only one girl’s opinion I care about.”
“Wyatt,” my voice shakes around his name. “I... I.”
“What is it?”
“I’ve never stopped crushing on you.”
He swiftly pulls my hand to his lips, kissing it gently and sending tingles up my arm.
“I’m just scared,” I whisper.
He keeps my hand near his chin. “Because you don’t know what will happen when I leave here?”
I sniff and nod.
