Page 73 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
He shakes his head. “Take the minute.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and squeeze my eyes shut. Tears leak out and I hold my breath, waiting for my heart to stop hammering against my ribs.
“Wyatt,” I whisper, keeping my eyes closed. “I’m scared because...” I swallow another lump and open my eyes to a blurry version of him. “You’re relying on me to get better. But I can’t stay with you forever.”
“You can because we can work it out.”
I shut my eyes again as the tears overwhelm my sight. “No, you don’t understand. You’re a big star, and have all these commitments. My life is back home in Victoria Falls.”
He pulls me so tight our chests collide. “I’ll quit. I’ll move back home.”
“Wyatt, you can’t.”
“I can. I don’t care about it. I just care about you.”
I open my eyes, blinking through the blur.
His lips meet mine before I can utter a word. The gentleness of his touch spread tingles against my lips. When he pulls away, his words vibrate against my lips. “All I care about is being with you. You don’t need to be scared. I’ll make this work.”
“I don’t think it’s that easy.”
“I already got everyone out of the room. Obviously, I have some kind of pull. I’ll find a way. I promise. I’m not letting us get separatedagain.”
His chest puffs with his words, and I pull my hand around the back of his neck and rest my face by his. When I sigh, his hand presses between my shoulder blades, guiding me to flop against him. All cried out of energy, I go limp against him as he rubs a circle on my back.
“Life would suck without you,” he whispers. “I think a head injury is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Exhausted, I puff a laugh. “Don’t say that.”
“It brought you back to me. I can’t be ungrateful for that.”
“I’d never see you again if it guaranteed you never getting hurt again.”
“Not an option, Joze.”
Twelve
It didn’t take much convincing to let Wyatt makeout with me on the sectional couch. Heck, we’re alone in a fancy penthouse suite, and he’s the most drop-dead-gorgeous seventeen-year-old on the planet. I’m his whenever he wants me.
Ah, it’s thewheneverthat’s the problem. Erika’s probably talking about me to my parents like a sleazy salesperson. I can just imagine the scenarios going through my dad’s head. There’s no fathomable way that my parents let me stay here for a few more days. Maybe they’ll fly over here? But they’re always so panicked about work. I couldn’t ask them to do that. I try to lessen the stress in our household, not bring it in.
Oh my gosh, what about the twins? How is Mom handling them on her own? Dad gets home so late these days, and Mom was already abucket of nerves.
As I lie in his arms, Wyatt pulls away and views my face. “You stopped kissing me back. Where’d you go?”
I sigh, rubbing my forehead. “Sorry. Thinking about home.”
He mumbles a laugh. “Killed the mood.”
I smile up at him. “I must be crazy to let thoughts come in when I get to kiss you.”
Wyatt lowers, connecting our lips with toe-curling pressure. I slide my hand along his jaw until it combs through his sandy hair. I kiss him back, begging myself to be with him. But with every caress, my siblings barge their way into my brain.
I rip my mouth away from his. “Ugh.”
He pulls back. “Ugh?”
I exhale hard. “Not you.” I rub my hands over my face. “I need a minute.”
