Page 88 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
It’s still open to the playlist of his songs, and he taps on ‘Summer Glow.’
“Wyatt,” I breathe. “Are you sure?”
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he admits. “It’s your favorite, right?”
It’s hard to hide my smile. “Yes.”
He shrugs, hitting the play button. “Can’t be that bad then.”
Wyatt sits the phone on his thigh and closes his eyes as the song plays. Goosebumps sprout on my limbs, the way they always do when I hear him sing. His muscles flex, recoiling in anticipation. As the song moves into the chorus, his body eases and his eyelids slowly lift.
I smile at him with hope. “Are you okay?”
He taps the phone. “It sounds familiar. Like, I know that’s me.”
My heart bounces in my chest. “Do the lyrics sound familiar?”
He shakes his head. “No, I’ve never heard it before.”
Excitement and anxiety tussle inside me.
Wyatt grins, mumbling a laugh. “How silly does that sound? I’ve never heard it before, but it’s literally me singing.”
I don’t laugh with him, worried he’s about to break. “Should we turn it off?”
“No, I like it.”
“You’re okay with listening to it?”
He grins. “Yeah, it feels normal.”
“Wow.” The anticipation bursts inside me, letting out a mess of jitters. “That’s incredible.”
He rubs my arm briskly. “Are you okay? You’re shaking.”
“I’m just overwhelmed. I was so worried you wouldn’t be okay.”
“Honestly, me too.”
I peck his cheek, and he’s quick to turn his head and find my lips. I slide my hand onto the side of his face and tilt my head as he applies heart-melting pressure into the kiss.
His hands dig into my waist as our kisses deepen, but then he rips himself away as the track changes. It’s a live recording, starting with a crowd of people cheering. His eyes bug and his chest rises and falls with force as he hears himself addressing his fans.
Hastily, I snatch the phone and stop the song. “Crap. Sorry.”
“It’s... It’s...” His chest continues to puff as he struggles to catch his breath. “It’s not you.”
I motion with the phone. “It’s this. I’m sorry.”
“I just...” He pauses, taking an inhale of air. “I wasn’t ready for...that.”
I slip my phone back into my pocket.
He wipes his forehead and sighs. “Dang it. I really thought I wasn’t gonna freak out.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “Don’t do that to yourself. No one’s ready to find out they suddenly have a ton of fans.”
He blinks hard. “Just, ah, wow. Umm, that was me. At a concert? And talking to a ton of fans? That’s legit.”
