Page 60 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
I pull out of the hug and touch the side of his face with concern. “You’re happy to be leaving, right?”
He clutches my hand, sliding it from his cheek, and smiles. “Of course. I just... You know... I don’t know what my life is.”
I nod, taking a seat near his bed. “I get that. We’ll find out together.”
“You haven’t seen the penthouse yet?”
Goosebumps sprout along my arms at the mention of it. “No way. Isn’t it crazy you’re renting out the entire top floor of a hotel?”
“And you wonder why I couldn’t sleep?” he half-jokes.
“It’ll be okay,” I say, reaching for the hot chocolates. “It’ll be overwhelming, but we’ll work it out.”
Wyatt sniffs the air as I pass him the paper cup. “Is that a hot chocolate?”
“Yes. It’s from downstairs, so hopefully it’ll be okay. I made sure it was vegan.”
“Well, it’s passed the smell test, so good start.”
We both take sips, and simultaneously purr with satisfaction.
“Oh, yep,” he says with a hopelessly adorable smile. “Definitely a winner.”
“Kylie works at a place back home that does pretty epic hot chocolates,” I tell him. “Maybe we’ll have to sneak you back to Victoria Falls to try one.”
His eyes light up. “I’d be down.”
I tap the sides of the cup, letting the inside cool down. “Do you know what time you’re leaving today?”
“Ten or eleven,” he replies, reaching to put the cup on the table. His hand shakes as he slides the cup against a pile of cards, and I’m quick to help him place the cup down. “Thanks. Anyway, I’m just gonna let the suits work it out. There was way too much talking yesterday, and I zoned out.”
I frown. “I’m so sorry that I left. This room got kinda suffocating.”
“I get it. I would’ve left too if I had the option.”
“Did you feel like I abandoned you?”
“No, I just hate when you’re not here.”
I lift my cup. “I thought showing up early might make up for it.”
He grins. “It sure does.”
I motion at the playing cards. “Did you decide to practice while you couldn’t sleep?”
“Yeah. I feel a little more confident after doing those tests with Dr. Fincher yesterday.”
“That’s awesome.”
“Yeah. I, I had to remind myself, I can just take my time and ev-eventually I can remember what number comes next.”
“The brain fog must be so frustrating.”
“Yeah, but wanting not to look dumb in front of you has me working harder.”
“Wyatt. You’re not dumb.”
“Before you came, I’d wallow in not, ah, not knowing the numbers.” He flexes his fingers. “Then there’s the whole problem of picking up the cards.”
