Page 67 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
His hand grounds on the seat between us, and I’m quick to plant mine over it.
He turns from the tinted window and meets my eyes. He sucks in a breath and his chest squeezes as he exhales.
“It’ll be okay,” I whisper.
He takes another inhale and nods.
The SUVs pull onto the road, and car horns honk behind us. Through the rear window, we see Wyatt Hayes fans flood into the street with no regard for oncoming traffic.
“Holy crap,” Wyatt murmurs, blinking at the chaos.
My hand plasters over my mouth. We were so close to seeing a full-blown calamity. Thank goodness there was security already on the scene, holding back the crowd. They manage to corral people back onto the sidewalk as our convoy of vehicles drive away.
Wyatt blinks at me. “They... They were... there to see me?”
I nod slowly. “You have fans, Wyatt.”
He shifts in his seat, having trouble settling his gaze somewhere in the car.
I clutch his hand, and whisper, “It’ll be okay. You’ll readjust. It’ll just take some time.”
His mouth opens and shuts a few times before he’s finally able to mutter, “How do they all know me? This is insane.”
“I know it must be scary, but I’ll help you get through this.”
The corners of his mouth curl upwards. “I kn-know people have be-been saying I’m fa-fa-famous,” he stutters as his grin spreads. “But I... I guess I never really believed it before seeing all those people.”
“You’re smiling,” I say blankly. “Are you okay with this?”
He turns to me with bewildered excitement. “I, I mean... Who wouldn’t get chills, finding out they’re famous?”
My stomach flips, hoping he truly is adjusting to the idea of his celebrity life. “Well, I’m glad you’re not flipping out.”
He puffs out a laugh, hanging a thumb over his shoulder. “I still don’t get why they’d all be into me. Es-es-especially don’t get why they’d camp out in front of the clinic.”
I mumble a giggle. “They might think they’re superfans, but I thinkI’ve officially risen to the top. They’d all kill to be in this car with you.”
Wyatt smiles, combing his fingers through his soft, sandy hair. “Never gonna happen. The space beside me only belongs to you, Joze.”
My heart throbs as tingles send me into a toe-curling shiver.
Wyatt lifts my hand and kisses it softly. “I can handle my new life because I’ll have you with me.”
I nod with glee until realization twists and cramps my stomach.
My parents want me to come home. I won’t be able to stay with him.
I just have no idea how to tell him we have an expiration date.
I give him a warm smile, suppressing the thought. I’m here right now, and that’s all that matters. Even if we’re not in the same room, the same town, or the same state, I’ll still help him through this. No matter our separation, we can still be in contact. It won’t be like last time. This time he won’t wipe me from his memory.
“Hey, maybe Devon will be at the penthouse,” I say with hope.
He tilts his head, recalling the name. “That’s my, my assistant. Right?”
“Mm-hmm.” I nod excitedly. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
Wyatt grins. “If he’s as great as you say, then me too.”
