Page 61 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“You found cards yesterday when Savanna and Dr. Fincher put you to the test. I’m sure it won’t even be a problem soon.”
Wyatt pushes his feet off the side of the bed, letting them dangle as he sits on the edge in front of me. “What if I pick up my guitar and I can’t play it? What if I don’t remember how?”
I sit forward. “Can you picture it in your head?”
He winces. “Not fully.”
“Maybe muscle memory will set in? You played it before you got famous.”
“So, it might come back, just like how my memories of you did?”
My heart swells. “Yeah, maybe.”
He blows out a breath, appearing lighter in thought. “That makes me feel better.”
Grinning, I rub the space on my chest over my thumping heart.
He tilts his head, smiling at me. “Geez, Josie, can you just stay withme forever?”
I lift off the chair, placing my cup on the cabinet by his bed, and toss my arms around him in a hug. “If I could, I would.”
His arms pull around my middle. “Really.”
“I love you, Wyatt.”
His shoulders lock in my arms. “You love me?”
My stomach cramps with dread.Crap. It just slipped out.
The tension in his arms changes as he holds me, making me cringe.
Oh my gosh, this is so awkward. I shouldn’t have said it. I didn’t mean to say it.
But... it’s true.
It’s always been true.
As he holds me, I swallow hard and whisper. “It just slipped out. I didn’t mean...”
I bite down hard as silence deafens the room.
His hands press against my lower back and he sighs into my curls. “You didn’t mean it?”
I cringe at the thought of him thinking I don’t love him.
Because I do.
I love Wyatt Hayes with every fiber of my being.
His breath patters against the nape of my neck as his head rests on my shoulder. I hug him tighter, easing into the comfort of our closeness.
“No, I meant it,” I whisper. “I just... Didn’t mean to say it.”
My stomach eases, knowing I’ll never regret saying those words to him.
His hands run against my waist as he pulls his head up. “You do love me?”
I swallow the tension and nod.
