Page 46 of Breathing Wisteria
Wyatt
“Ican’t believe I’m in the green room ofThe Tonight Show!” I whisper, practically giddy, but doing my best to hide it. Meanwhile, Flynn sits casually beside me, as though none of this is a big deal. Which, I guess to him, it isn’t.
“I love Thomas Carlson so freaking much, I just want to cuddle him.”
Flynn’s mouth lifts in a small smirk, one of the few smiles I have seen today. He’s been in a weird mood since last night and I’m not really sure what is going on.
“Should I be worried you’re about to run off with the Englishman?”
I snort out a laugh. “No, I’m much more into bossy, Irishmen, so you have nothing to worry about.”
I lean back into the buttery leather cushions of the sofa and watch everything that’s going on around me. There are multiple television screens scattered throughout the large room, all secured to walls, so that wherever you are, you can see the show that is currently being filmed. Thomas is interviewing the actor Tucker Royal, and I sigh a dreamy little sigh as I watch the blond Adonis talk about his upcoming movie release.
“The guy’s an asshole, you know.” Flynn’s amused voice draws my attention back to him.
“Meh, but he’s a pretty asshole, so he can be forgiven.” I laugh with a shrug.
I take hold of Flynn’s arm and pull it across my body until my hand finds his and I thread our fingers together.
The room is loud, the guys in his band are congregated around the table, eating their way through the incredible spread that was out. I swear to God, I had the most amazing doughnut I have ever had in my life and I was ready to cut a bitch to find out where I could get my hands on more.
Luckily, it didn’t come to that and a very helpful assistant gave me the address, as well as the hot tip that their maple bacon doughnuts are to die for.
Now, this is the type of celebrity perk I could get used to.
I give Flynn’s hand a gentle squeeze, relishing the feel of his calloused skin.
“Hey, you okay?” I whisper in his ear, enjoying the slight shiver I note as my breath tickles the spot just below his ear. “You’ve been quiet.”
He pulls our joined hands to his mouth and his deliciously full lips place the softest kiss on my knuckles.
“I’m fine. He’s going to ask about us, you know.” He tilts his head toward the screen where Thomas Carlson is delivering a punchline. “He’s going to want all the details and I normally give a standard ‘no comment.’”
My heart dips a little at that and I have to fight the urge to pout, which is ridiculous, I’m well aware.
“Well, then, that’s what you’ll do. I can’t imagine he’ll force the issue unless he wants to make things incredibly awkward.”
Flynn watches me closely, his eyes darting over my entire face, a look of curiosity painted across his dark features.
“You want me to talk about us?”
“No,” I hastily reply, wondering what he could see in my face. My face that now feels as though it is on fire. “I mean, I guess it would be nice for you to confirm it? I don’t want to feel like you’re embarrassed to talk about me.”
He pulls his hand from mine, and slides it around my shoulders, pulling me to him tighter. “It has nothing to do with being embarrassed, Cherry. But the second I talk about it, that’s like announcing open season. They’re going to take that as permission to ask about everything, no matter how personal. They’re going to use anything I say as an excuse to be as intrusive as possible.” He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose. “It’s just not worth it.”
I listen to what he’s saying, and I understand it completely. What he is describing does sound horribly obtrusive. But I also can’t deny that the idea of your man declaring his love for you publicly is dangerously intoxicating.
“I get it. That does sound awful, you’re right.” I force a smile and pray it doesn’t look as contrived as it feels.
He studies me again, his eyes questioning, and I know he is about to press the issue. Fortunately, a producer picks this moment to enter and round all the guys up for their performance.
After a quick rundown of the order of what is about to happen, she leads them out to the studio stage. Flynn pauses in the doorway, and looks back at me, his face serious.
“I love you.”
This time there is nothing insincere about the smile that lights up my face.
“Love you too. Now, get your ass out there, Irish.”
