Page 62 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
His voice is low as he says, “You know, I...”
“It’s okay,” I blurt. “I didn’t say it so you would.”
“It’s not that...”
“I just want you to know I’m here for you.” I clutch his hand, holding it close to my heart. “Forever. Always.”
He blinks. “I... I, just...”
I lower his hand and gently shush him. “Don’t stress,” I whisper with a smile. “You don’t need to stutter your feelings. I know you want me here. Believe me, it’s more than enough for me.”
“But... But I...”
I shake my head, lowering to kiss his hand. “It’s okay.”
He sighs in defeat. “I’m sorry.”
I giggle and kiss his cheek. “Why would you apologize to me? You’re letting me in your presence. I am more than fulfilled.”
His hands brush into my curls. “Why are yuh-yuh-you cool with me acting pah-pah-pathetic?”
My nose bumps against his. “Pathetic is never a word I’d use to describe you.”
His eyes close, obviously still warring within his head. I pull away, making him grab for me as I reach for his hot chocolate.
“Why don’t you take another sip?” I say, giving him the cup. “Impossible to be in a low mood when drinking hot chocolate.”
He takes the cup but doesn’t sip. “I’m not in a low mood. How could I be when I’m looking into your big beautiful eyes?”
I shiver and clutch my elbows. “Aww.”
He smirks and rubs my arm with his free hand. “Cold?”
I blush. “Not exactly.”
He keeps a hold of my arm and tilts his head. “Can I kiss you?”
I swallow hard as my stomach leaps toward my throat. “Umm, yes!”
He mumbles a laugh, tugging me close, and I ungracefully smack my lips against his mouth, feeling it ricochet against my teeth.
“Ugh,” it moans out of me.
Wyatt laughs, jiggling against the bed with a huge grin. He almost drops his paper cup,hugging his arm across his middle as he full-on belly laughs.
I take his cup and sit it on the cabinet by the bed. “Geez. I’m glad I amused you.”
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, struggling to stymie his laughter. “Sorry, Josie.”
“Seriously, it wasn’t that funny,” I say, half-joking.
He reaches for my hand and it gives it a gentle squeeze. “It totally cut through the awkward tension, and...” He starts laughing again. “Sorry, I...” Still laughing. “I...” Actually throws his head back, laughing. “That was... That was just so hilarious.”
“Hey, quit it,” I whine, hitting his arm. “I don’t need you laughing at me when I try to kiss you.”
His laughter softens to a mumble as he rubs his lips together. There’s still a shine to his eyes, practically crying from laughter.
“Oh brother,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.
