Page 86 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Last time I looked for him, he just appeared. I wouldn’t be surprised if he turns up at the doorway right about now.”
Wyatt smirks, standing and stepping away from the bed. “Not creepy at all.”
I chuckle. “Nope, not at all.”
We leave the bedroom, and find Hubert making his way towards us in the living area.
“May I prepare dinner for you, Mr. Hayes and Miss Bartlett?” Hubert asks diligently.
“Read our minds,” Wyatt says, his smirk lingering.
“Any requests?” Hubert asks.
Wyatt looks my way. “I haven’t had pizza in forever.”
My taste buds tingle. “I would love pizza.” I turn to Hubert. “Can you do pizza?”
Hubert smiles politely. “I can organize anything to be brought up to the penthouse. Make yourselves comfortable, and I’ll make the arrangements.”
Wyatt staggers his way to the sectional couch, and flops down. “I love how normal pizza sounds.”
I sit down beside him, curling my feet up on the couch. “Reminds me of when we’d stay up late, watching movies.”
“We should do that,” Wyatt says, gesturing at the television on the wall. “Watch a movie and eat pizza.”
I click my tongue. “You probably wanna watch one of those ‘Wasteland Gang’ movies. I haven’t watched one of those shoot-em-up movies in forever.”
“And, by your tone, I guess you still don’t want to?”
“You know I always opt for rom-coms.”
Wyatt sniggers. “I really don’t care what we watch. As long as the plot is dead easy to follow.”
I reach toward the coffee table and grab the TV remote. “I’m down for an easy watch. Maybe something we’ve already seen?”
Wyatt snaps his fingers. “What was that one, you know, with thekids? They find that bunker and pretend to be spies?”
I laugh, flicking through the movie options. “You mean, ‘Super Secret Kids?’ That movie is so bad.”
“I know. I remember. I wanna watch something so bad it’s good.”
I type the title into the search bar, and we both crack up when the goofy movie poster appears on the screen. I hit play, asking, “You sure?”
Wyatt stretches an arm across my shoulders, relaxing against the plush couch. “I’m totally, completely sure.”
I drop the remote on the armrest and snuggle into Wyatt as our childhood nostalgic movie plays. My shoulders jiggle as I cringe at the bad acting and terrible visual effects. Wyatt’s hand strokes my arm, and his body language is more at ease than it’s been my entire visit.
Oh my gosh. This is what he’s needed all along. A true taste of home. Something simple and familiar. He’s been surrounded by a team who want to spoil him with the best of everything; from doctors to accommodation. But that just puts him more on edge, feeling completely foreign in a life that’s supposedly his.
“This is so bad,” I say amid my laughter. “Excellent choice.”
“I have no idea why this crap came into my mind,” Wyatt says, grinning. “It’s weird what my brain chooses to remember.”
“At least it’s a memory that’s brought a boatload of happiness.”
He kisses the top of my head. “Anything’s a good memory if it includes you. I’m glad I don’t remember the last few years without you.”
I lay my head against his shoulder. “No, I hope those memories come back to you.”
