Page 89 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
I smile nervously. “One-hundred percent legit.”
He blows out a hard breath. The same bewildered excitement appears on his face as it did earlier on the drive from the clinic. “Crap. I have fans.”
“And you saw only a fraction of them outside the clinic today.”
His fingers tremble as they reach for the sides of his face. “Whoa. Like, I know I’ve been told this is real... but, umm... just, wow.”
I smile, placing a hand on his back. “It is wow. Who knew you’d kill it after auditioning for a national talent show.”
“Not me. I’dget so ner-nervous before middle school talent shows.”
I nudge him gently. “But, remember how you felt once you were on stage?”
His gaze falls into a dreamy state and his smile softens. “It was magic. I felt untouchable.”
“No matter what anyone said to you in the school halls, or in class, they all loved you when you were on stage.”
“Yeah. For one song, I wasn’t the dumb guy who got held back a grade.”
I grunt, feeling the stabbing pain in the pit of my stomach. “Ugh. Wyatt, don’t do that. You’re not dumb.”
“Either way, apparently I ditched that label.” Wonder brightens his face. “I got freakin’ famous. I get to sing for a living. This is so freakin’ cool.”
I cuddle into him and kiss his cheek. “It’s so good to see you so happy.”
“All I gotta do is mend things with my parents, then I’ll be living the dream.”
“I’m sure there’s a good reason why they haven’t visited yet. They want what’s best for you. I’m sure any tension or animosity stems from them fretting about your health.”
He nods, picking up the TV remote. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Shall we watch the rest of this hideous movie?”
I giggle, resting my head against his chest and listening to the settling beats of his heart. “I was hoping you’d forgotten about it.”
He hits play on the remote and envelopes me in his arms. “No chance, Joze.”
Fourteen
After the movie and a belly full of pizza, it’s late into the evening, and Wyatt encourages me to pack my bag and officially move out of the presidential suite. Let’s face it, he’s too ridiculously adorable to disagree with.
On the floor below the penthouse, I move along the hallway toward my suite, and I pass an opening door.
“Oh, Josie,” Mrs. Hayes says frantically, grabbing onto my arm as she leaves her suite. “Do you know if Wyatt has been released from the clinic yet?”
I blink at her. “Huh?”
Her grip on me tightens. “He was supposed to be getting out today.”
“Yeah,” I drag out the word. “And he did. This morning.”
She lets me go, stumbling backward. “He did?”
“Yeah. He’s been waiting for you.”
She clutches her chest. “He has?”
“He’s been really cut up about it. He doesn’t think he has a relationship with you or his dad.”
“We were told we’d get a passkey to the penthouse when he arrived here.” Her stare narrows and hostility hardens her tone. “You’re telling me he’s been here for hours?”
