Page 75 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
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“Hey, what’s the hold up?” Wyatt asks, standing in a bedroom doorway. “I thought you were following me.”
I shake out of my thoughts and hurry my pace. “Yeah, sorry, coming.”
Wyatt leans against the doorframe, keeping his back straight. “This room looks pretty frickin’ sweet. I might not have to check out the others.”
I grin, leaning into the doorway. “Wow, it’s huge.”
We move into the bedroom, which has oodles of space around the California king bed. Behind the bed is a massive walk-in closet, which leads into the studio-apartment-sized bathroom.
“You should definitely take this room,” I say, gesturing at the shower. “Everything is easy to walk through. Looks like they’ve already set you up with a shower seat and grab rails.”
“Kinda kills the vibe.”
“It’s just to keep you safe.” I smile and rub his arm. “No one wants you slipping and winding back in the clinic.”
He forces a smile. “Yeah, I know.”
“You’re good?”
He nods, moving back through the walk-in closet, and dragging himself over to the bed.
“Just think about how cool this place is, not the hospital grade stuff they put in here.”
He sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing his forehead. “Yeah, I know.”
“You got a headache? I can get your painkillers.”
He drops his hand, patting the space beside him. “Can I get a huginstead?”
I bounce my way over to him, sitting and wrapping my arms around him. “I’ll never deny you a hug.”
A laugh whispers out of him as his mouth grazes my earlobe. “Thanks, Joze.”
“I know it sucks, but you’re so close to not needing this stuff. But your headaches,” I falter as my voice cracks. “They come on so strong. What if you had to grab your head, and you didn’t have anything holding you up? You could collapse.”
“Why are you being such a downer?”
“I’m being a realist.”
“I thought you Bartlett’s only dell-dealt with con, con...”
“Conspiracies?” I say it for him. “Well, I don’t mind being skeptical about your health if it keeps you protected.”
He kisses my cheek and pulls out of the hug. “I told you, I’m the one protecting you.”
“But I remember the last few years. You need me more.”
“But I need to help you feel safe enough to stay with me.”
I clasp his hands and brush my nose against his. “For now, I’m willing to soak in our time together. The logistics of us staying together are gonna be so messy. I can just imagine my parents flipping out on Erika.”
Wyatt squeezes my hands. “Okay, then we won’t think about it. We’ll just live for now.”
I brighten, sitting taller. “I love that.”
“Wow,” he breathes.
