Page 72 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Nothing has come back?” Erika asks, scrutinizing Wyatt’s reaction.
He shakes his head, lifting his palm. “No. I don’t remember anything from the accident.”
Erika and Lexy release exhales, filling the space with shared relief.
Oh my gosh, what the heck happened? It’s so bad they don’t want Wyatt to know anything about it? Do they even know the full extent? Or, was it only Wyatt and Devon on the scene when the accident happened?
I squeeze Wyatt’s hand, giving him another apologetic look.
Wyatt shrugs. “I guess I don’t have a cool guy in my corner.”
I frown. “I’m sorry. I never should’ve brought him up.”
“You didn’t know. You were excited. Can’t blame you for that.”
My insides slush with a gross, gooey feeling. Online, it always looked like Wyatt and Devon were friends. Best friends, even. But he did something to hurt him. Is he in jail?Let go. Does that mean fired? How responsible was he? Shouldn’t he be held more accountable?
Wyatt notices the questions scrambling my expression, and he gains the attention of everyone in the room. “Hey, can you all leave? Josie and I need some time alone.”
“Ah, Wyatt, we needed to discuss...”
He cuts Erika off. “Now.”
“Don’t stress him out,” Lexy says to Erika. “Okay, Wyatt. We’re off.”
Erika relents, and the four of them leave the penthouse via the private elevator.
Wyatt’s hands slip along my jaw until his hands cup around my ears. “Don’t get upset. I can’t miss someone I never knew.”
I struggle against my frown. “He just didn’t look like someone who would hurt you.”
“But isn’t everything altered online? Maybe, before the accident, I did know the real him and we got into it?”
I nod in his hands. “Yeah, maybe.”
His fingers tremble against his face, and when they lower, I capture them in mine.
“All we have to do is focus on you getting better,” I say.
“I’m already better since the day you arrived.”
He leans in to kiss me, but my teeth chatter as fear takes over. I slide his hands away from my face, and his chin drops.
“Joze?”
“Wyatt, I...” I falter, teeth chattering harder.
He squeezes my hands. “Josie. What is it? You look, terr, terrified.”
My eyes water with no hope of drying up. “I... I...”
He pulls me closer, running his arms around my waist and pressing his hands into my back. “You’re shaking. What is it?”
“I don’t... You can’t...”
“Hey, hey,” he coos. “Take a minute. Don’t get upset.”
“But I...”
