Page 20 of Shy Girls Can’t Date Celebrities (Shy Girls Sweet Romances #6)

He keeps a hold of my arm and tilts his head. “Can I kiss you?”

I swallow hard as my stomach leaps toward my throat. “Umm, yes!”

He mumbles a laugh, tugging me close, and I ungracefully smack my lips against his mouth, feeling it ricochet against my teeth.

“ Ugh ,” it moans out of me.

Wyatt laughs, jiggling against the bed with a huge grin. He almost drops his paper cup, hugging his arm across his middle as he full-on belly laughs.

I take his cup and sit it on the cabinet by the bed. “Geez. I’m glad I amused you.”

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, struggling to stymie his laughter. “Sorry, Josie.”

“Seriously, it wasn’t that funny,” I say, half-joking.

He reaches for my hand and it gives it a gentle squeeze. “It totally cut through the awkward tension, and...” He starts laughing again. “Sorry, I...” Still laughing. “I...” Actually throws his head back, laughing. “That was... That was just so hilarious.”

“Hey, quit it,” I whine, hitting his arm. “I don’t need you laughing at me when I try to kiss you.”

His laughter softens to a mumble as he rubs his lips together. There’s still a shine to his eyes, practically crying from laughter.

“Oh brother,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.

He grins, tugging me close again. “Do over?”

“No,” I tease. “You don’t deserve it.”

“Oh, come on. You don’t mean that.”

“Nope. That’s it.”

His laughter simmers as he intertwines his fingers with mine. “You really gonna hold out on me?”

I sigh, leaning to one side as I let him tug on my hand. Unable to contain my giddy smile, I close in—this time without the frantic urgency—and let his mouth meet mine first.

Our kiss is gentle and sweet. His bottom lip slips against mine, and then he kisses me again with the right amount of pressure to make me moan.

Oh goodness, can this boy make my whole body quake.

His head tilts as he smiles in the kiss, and my fingers walk along his shoulders until my arms hook behind his neck.

His lips gradually pull from mine with a breathy sigh. “Man. How could I ever be stupid enough to let you go?”

“I don’t care about that,” I whisper. “I just need this moment.”

He kisses me again, pulling me close so my hips push against the insides of his knees. His hands stroke the length of my back, and then his lips move to my jawline.

“You should hop up on the bed,” he mumbles between butterfly kisses.

“Maybe I should,” I whisper, catching my breath. “My knees will give out soon.”

Whoa.

Wyatt.

Hayes.

Kissed.

Me.

He mumbles a laugh, pulling back so I can move beside him. I grab our hot chocolates and sit them on the small moveable table next to the playing cards. I sit up on the bed next to Wyatt, wheeling the table in front of us.

Wyatt waves off the table. “I don’t need to sah-sah-see all that meh-meh-mess right now.”

I shrug, lifting his glasses and offering them to him. “We have a while until you leave. Maybe we could mess around with them for a bit.”

He waves them off. “I don’t want to.”

I set the glasses down and then collect the cards and give them a light shuffle. “You should practice. If you can pick these up, it’ll make it easy to pluck the strings of your guitar.”

He sits back, uninterested. “I don’t need the pressure.”

“It’s not pressure,” I insist. “You were practicing when I walked in, anyways.”

He frowns. “I’d given up on the cards.”

“Fine,” I say, placing the pile on the table. “I’ll play by myself. ”

He smirks. “What? Reverse psy, psy...”

I nudge him playfully with a goofy grin. “Yes, that.”

Wyatt shrugs, reaching his index finger out and slipping the first card off the top of the pile. The card falls, face down, on the table, and Wyatt drops his hand.

I eye him. “Is that it?”

He shrugs again. “I touched it.”

“What about your glasses?”

His nose scrunches up as his lip upturns. “I don’t like them, they pinch my nose.”

My eyebrows arch. “You’re in one of the fanciest hospitals in the country with the top physicians. I’m sure they can provide you with the most comfiest glasses imaginable.”

He shifts away. “I just don’t like them. Happy?”

A nervous laugh splutters out of me. “Happy that you’re being such a baby about a pair of glasses? Not really. They seriously look cute on you.”

He reaches forward and slides them back on the table. “Don’t get used to them.”

“Okay, whatever. I’ll let the lack of effort with the cards slide, considering it’s so early in the morning.”

Wyatt hooks a finger under my chin, turning me to face him and instantly meeting me with a kiss. I’m quick to lean in, pretty sure I’ll never get enough of him.

He sends me a wink. “Can’t we just keep doing this instead?”

I glance at the cards. “You wanna abandon your hands and do everything with your mouth instead?”

He bites into his lip, zeroing in on my mouth. “Right now, yes.”

I slide a hand along the side of his gorgeous face, unable to stop the swooning within. “I can’t let you give up on these exercises. You’re too talented. ”

“It might be all gone.”

I shake my head and tap the space on his chest over his heart. “It won’t be. I know it’s still in you.”

He relents with a small smile and reaches for another card. “I’ll try. Only for you.”

“You’re doing it for yourself.”

“Th-that didn’t work,” he says, moving another card. “I quit when I was by myself. But I sure as heck don’t want to see you upset.” He looks at me with a shine of determination in his eyes. “You’re my motivation, Joze.”

I take him in, shakily moving cards around the table. He’s slow and deliberate, and I find myself holding my breath. I don’t want to move an inch, crack his concentration, and have him throw in the towel. His music means too much to him. It means too much to me. And, it means too much to the world.