Page 51 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
I lower my trembling hands. “I’m so, so sorry,” I whimper. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry, I’m not supposed to say anything...”
“Joze,” he cuts me off as Savanna gives him the all clear. “You didn’t do anything. I was just surprised. I shouldn’t have turned so fast.”
Myhands clasp over my chest. “But it was my fault.”
“You di-didn’t trigger me, I was just int, int...” He huffs, shaking it off, and continuing stepping forward.
“Interested?” Savanna asks, watching his steps.
“Intrigued,” he puffs out, wincing as he makes his way forward.
“I shouldn’t just blurt things out,” I mutter, folding my arms. “I should know better. I could hurt you.”
“Josie.” He sighs. “You... You can’t hurt me.”
“Wyatt, this is amazing,” Savanna says, eyes glued to his steps. “You’ve been distracted and you’ve corrected yourself. I’m so proud of you for pushing through and keeping your eyes on the prize.”
His smile twitches. “I’m out to impress.”
I look at Savanna for confirmation and her grin is undeniable. My presence hasn’t completely derailed his efforts. Maybe it’s okay to cut myself some slack.
Savanna’s head tilts as Wyatt approaches the end of the bars. “Posture, champ. I need you to keep that back straight.”
He winces, stretching himself to walk taller.
It makes me giggle, catching both their eyes.
I bat a hand, saying, “Sorry, it’s just he’s already putting me to shame. Erika gave me a hard time earlier for slouching. Now Wyatt, who’s in recovery, has better posture than me.”
Savanna fakes putting her fingers in her ears. “Don’t alert me to your posture or I’ll be forced to work on you.”
Wyatt lets out a soft laugh as he stops at the end of the bars. “Don’t you dare fix her. It’s cute when she hunches.”
Savanna chuckles. “Wow. There’s not many people attracted to bad posture.”
Wyatt wipes his brow, holding onto one of the rails as he meets my eyes. “I love when she hugs her middle and leans to the side. Gets me every time.”
I chew my thumbnail, awkwardly trying to straighten myself as I fidget in my stance.
Wyatt grins. “See. Cute.”
Heat engulfs my face as I swing my body away. “Stop. You’re embarrassing me.”
“I’m sorry, it just keeps making you look even cuter,” he teases.
“Okay, you need to stop,” Savanna says, “or I’m gonna feel like I’m third-wheeling with teenagers. It’s adorable, but slightly uncomfortable. Okay?”
Wyatt laughs, looking down at the gym floor. “Okay.”
“In all seriousness,” Savanna says, wheeling over a wheelchair. “You are crushing this recovery. Do you remember when just sitting was an effort?”
Wyatt sighs, looking off to the side. “Yeah, when ab-abs-absolutely ev-everything hurt.”
Savanna taps the wheelchair. “Take a seat. You need a breather before we move on.”
Wyatt takes a seat and looks up at Savanna, asking, “Will you stick with me when I leave?”
“Of course,” she replies. “I’ve already discussed out-patient care with your team, and I’ve organized all the correct gear to be installed in your home gym.”
