Page 96 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
Wyatt loves me.
I drop my phone on the bed and walk to Wyatt’s room to saygoodnight. I stumble in his doorway as he dries his hair with a towel, shirtless, and wearing gray sweatpants.
“Ah, hi,” I stammer, reddening by the nano-second.
He lowers the towel, grinning at me as pale pink dusts his cheeks. “Hi. Dang, don’t you look cute.”
I giggle, smoothing a hand down my pink satin, button-down pajama shirt that matches my pink satin shorts.
Wyatt flings his towel over the chair adjacent to his bed, and grabs a charcoal T-shirt and carefully pulls it on. He winces as he pulls it down over his abs.
“Are you good?” I ask.
Wyatt motions at the nightstand, where a glass of water and two blue and white pills sit in a small dish. “Hubert already hooked me up.”
“Well, I just wanted to say good night.”
His eyebrow crooks. “Wh-where do you think you’re going?”
I giggle. “To my bedroom.”
He chucks a thumb at the California king. “This could fit five people. Are you really gonna make me stay in it all alone?”
My heart thumps with frantic desire. “You, you want me to stay with you?”
He rubs his chin, looking away with a soft chuckle. “Don’t tell me the stutter is catching on.”
I dab my forehead, giggling out of nervousness. “No, it’s just, the thought of being with you always makes me nervous. But giddy.”
Wyatt sits down on the bed. “Why are you nervous? It’s just me.”
I sit next to him, stroking the side of his head. “Because I’ve always been in love with you. For the last few years, I’ve been building you up in my head.”
He hisses, frowning. “Am I not living up to what’s in your head?”
“No,” I rush. “Of course, not. You’re amazing, wonderful, and incredible. But you’re, like, mega famous. How could I ever...”
He plants a finger on my lips, muting the rest of my sentence. “Don’t you dare say you’re not measuring up.”
My shoulders slump and I let out a heavy exhale.
“I love you, Josie. Nothing in this world could change that.” He looks around the room. “I’ve seen how my world has changed, and it hasn’t stopped how I’ve felt about you. If anything, it’s made my feelings for you stronger.”
I hug my arms around his neck, settling against him as his hands stroke my back. When we settle under the covers, sleep comes easy, snuggled next to the most beautiful boy in existence.
Fifteen
My forehead wrinkles as I shut my eyes tighter before I squint them open. What the heck is happening? What is that?
As I blink and take in his scent, realization sets in. Wyatt’s kissing my forehead. Oh my gosh, what a magical way to wake up.
“Morning, princess,” he says in a croaky tone.
“Mmm.” I yawn and stretch myself awake. “Morning, my prince.”
He mumbles a laugh, returning his lips to my forehead.
“Nuh-uh,” I whisper and then tap my index finger against my lips.
