Page 87 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Mmm. Me too. It’s just hard to think about.”
“I know. But I’m here for you.”
“I think I’m supposed to see the shrink again soon.”
“Psychologist?”
He smirks. “Yeah. I just still have trouble with that word.”
“They help, though?”
He nods. “He’s all right. He doesn’t push me.”
“That’s awesome.”
“He’ll probably like hearing about my time with you. He’s the one who suggested I ask Erika to get you here.”
“I like your therapist already.”
“I guess I’ll see him again before leaving for wherever my home is.”
“Ferndale.”
“Huh?”
I lift my head off his shoulder, looking into his eyes as I repeat, “Ferndale. It’s where you live.”
“Oh.”
“It’s where all you Circle 8 kids live.”
His eyebrows lift, and I quickly wave the conversation away.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s just the group of teens, who were either child stars in TV and movies, or from reality shows, and are under the same management.”
He points at his chest. “And I-I’m one of them?”
I wince, hearing his stutter come back. “Yeah. Sorry, we should be flinching at this movie, not the stupid stuff I say.”
“You don’t say stupid stuff.”
“I keep blurting stuff out about your life and it rattles you. I call that stupid.”
Wyatt tugs me close and lays a kiss on my lips, halting the spiraling thoughts in my head.
His lips gradually peel away from mine, and his voice is breathy when he says, “I don’t kiss stupid people.”
I giggle, brushing my nose against his. “Okay, got it.”
Our vegan pizza arrives when we’re halfway through our bizarrely entertaining movie. Oh my gosh, the pizza has an amazing pesto sauce drizzled over it, and the veggies are grilled to perfection.
After his second slice, Wyatt leans over me for the remote and pauses the movie.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
He lifts his palm. “Can I see your phone?”
I slip it out of my pocket and unlock it. “Yeah, sure.”
