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THE REAL WYATT
Gemma
Oh wow…I wasn’t expecting to hear Wyatt admit that he’s obsessed with me.This is crazy.And the fact that he’s been stalking me online still hasn’t settled in.
Has he really been obsessing over me the whole time that I’ve been obsessing over him?
I can’t believe that I’m in his apartment. I’m so used to watching and listening in from the outside. But now, I’m inside.
I’m actually inside of Wyatt Everdeen’s abode.
His apartment is very stylish and full of personal touches. On a bookshelf, there are some pictures of—
HOLY SHIT!
“Please don’t freak out,” he begs.
My mouth falls open. “What the hell? When did you take these?”
Much to my shock, Wyatt has framed photos of me on a shelf in his living room! They’re pictures that he took of me in the hallway. In every photo, I’m staring down at the floor or at the elevator. He must of snapped these pictures when I was rushing past him.
“With my iPhone when you weren’t looking,” he explains. “You never noticed because you never look at me.”
“But…I…” My words trail off into a murmur.
“You always hide your eyes from me. So all of my photos of you look like this,” he acknowledges before pointing at the framed pictures.
I wrinkle my nose. “Ugh! I look like Cousin Itt from the Addams Family with my hair hiding my face.”
“Still as beautiful as ever,” he says with a big smile.
Oh my God! I need time to process all of this.
“Wyatt, I don’t know what to make of this. But I’m not in a position to judge you seeing as I’ve been obsessed with you all of this time,” I admit, my cheeks heating up. Then my eyes continue to glance around his apartment. His place seems brighter than mine because he has a few plants. “I like your cactus.”
“He’s prickly, but I’m sure he likes you back,” he jokes.
I laugh, but my laughter fades when I see a guitar that’s sitting in the corner of his living room. There’s so much that I don’t know about Wyatt and want to learn. He’s such a mystery to me like my own personal enigmatic Bimini Road.
I want to touch everything that he’s touch and inspect it for clues to who the real Wyatt is. My soul calls out for his.
“Do you play?” I ask, pointing at the guitar.
“Yes.” He rubs at the back of his neck. “Um…I’m not a pro, but I dabble now and then.”
“Oh wow.” With each passing second, another layer of Wyatt is revealed to me.
“Come, let’s go into my kitchen. I’m going to play a game with you that my mother used to play with me as a child.”
I blink, confused. “A game?”
“Yes, it’s what first inspired me to start cooking as a career,” he informs me.
I follow Wyatt into his kitchen with a big smile on my face. “At what age, did you realize that you wanted to be a chef?”
His piercing blue eyes lock on mine. “Um, I guess it was around ten years old.”
