Page 99 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
I twist a finger around a curl, sensing the growl of my stomach. I know exactly what it’s craving, but I can’t exactly ask for it when Wyatt’s getting muesli.
“Joze?” Wyatt asks, tilting his head. “You’re on mute.”
I laugh, cupping a hand over my eyes. “I have a craving, but I’m embarrassed about it.”
“You are being too cute. Just say it.”
I lower my hand and avert my eyes. “I really want waffles.”
Wyatt turns to Hubert. “Can you make waffles happen?”
“Certainly, sir. Miss Bartlett, the kitchen staff can prepare many varieties. Do you have a preference in mind?”
I swallow hard, panning my gaze back to Hubert. I feel so ridiculous, asking a butler for a waffle stack. “Umm, just to drown them in loads of maple syrup.”
Hubert smiles warmly. “It’ll be here before you know it.”
When Hubert leaves, Wyatt gives me a confused look. “Why were you embarrassed about that?”
“Ugh. Because you’re getting muesli, and I’m being a glut.”
Wyatt throws his head back, laughing.
I nudge him. “Hey.”
“Sorry,” he mumbles, settling his laugh. “A glut is the last thing I’d call you. Heck, I’m the one who ordered pizza last night.”
“And I ate it, and now I want more carb-loaded food.”
“Relax, Joze. We’re in a penthouse together. Let’s fr-freaking enjoy it.”
My grin matches his. “Okay. Can do.”
Okay, my best friend makes some killer waffles, but these fancy hotel waffles are giving her a run for her money. They even enticed Wyatt to take a bite, until he realized they were made with buttermilk. I swear, I’m trying to go vegan. But, ugh, it’s hard.
After breakfast, Wyatt reminded Hubert to make sure security doesn’t let his management team, or his parents, into the penthouse today. Apparently, the front desk has already changed the coding on their passkeys to invalid. Gotta love technology, right?
On my way to my bedroom to change into a new outfit, Wyatt tells me to meet him on the terrace when I’m done. There’s a stunning infinity pool and lush garden out there. Plus, I can’t wait to take in that view.
Unfortunately, I’m way too in my head when picking my outfit. Wyatt told me he loved me. More than once. This is monumentally huge. I wanna look my absolute best, but I’ve already gone through all my outfits because I was only meant to be here for three days. Do I go with the green dress he first saw me in? Or the pink outfit I like the most?
My mind filters back to when he first saw me. He told me I was pretty after all that time apart.
No brainer. I select the green dress.
Before I leave, I check my phone, which I left on the bed before I went into Wyatt’s room last night. There’s a text from my dad.“School’s emailing you your homework assignments. Make sure you log into thestudent portal and get to work on them.”
Thank goodness he can’t see my massive eye roll.“Okay, no problem.”
Happily ignoring my schooling responsibilities, I make my way to the terrace with a spring in my step. For as long as I can stretch this out, I’m focusing on savoring every second with Wyatt.
I move through the balcony doors, and the rooftop terrace is empty. That is, except for the deck chairs surrounding the crystal blue pool, and wealth of plants surrounding the comfy cabana lounges. As I make my way toward the balcony edge, the salty sea breeze hits me, and a wave of calm settles through my nervous system.
I plant my hands on the sides of my face, and slowly inhale and exhale. “Oh my gosh.”
“I could say the same thing,” Wyatt’s voice sounds behind me.
I whip around and find him making his way onto the terrace with help of his walking cane.
