Kissing The Hero by Christina Benjamin

Author:Christina Benjamin [Benjamin, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crown Atlantic Publishing
Published: 2020-06-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Layne

“Thank you for tonight, Wyatt.”

He smirked. “You’re welcome.”

We stood on my dark front porch, much too close together. Wyatt insisted on walking me to my door again and this time I hadn’t really tried to fight him. I’d been the one to say it was getting late, but for some reason now that I was home, I found myself wanting to prolong the night.

Trying to think of something else to say, I swallowed my pride. “You were right about the song.”

Wyatt’s grin turned electric, his perfect white teeth glowing in the moonlight. “I’m sorry, can you say that again?”

I shoved his arm. “Don’t ruin the moment.”

“I can’t help it. This is momentous! I was right!” he shouted.

I covered his mouth. “Shhh! You’re going to wake up the whole neighborhood.”

“I’ll wake up the world if it means you’re going to record with me tomorrow,” he said, trying to speak around my hand.

“I am, but only if you keep your voice down.”

He laughed and pulled my hand away from his mouth, placing it on his chest instead. I could feel his heart thumping beneath it. Wyatt placed his hand over mine, his crooked grin growing. “If I only ever get to be right about one thing in my life, I’m glad it was this. You were incredible on that stage tonight, Penny Layne.” He leaned closer, his warm breath whisper-soft against my ear. “You were unforgettable.”

I shivered, my whole body buzzing to life as he placed a soft kiss on my cheek and turned to go.

“Wait,” I called after him, realizing I was still wearing his jacket. “Here,” I said, slipping it off.

Wyatt shook his head. “Keep it. It looks better on you, my little diva.”

I slipped the jacket back on wrapping my arms around myself to contain the fuzzy feeling humming in my chest. Wyatt Nash wanted me to have his jacket! It was almost as good as having his arms around me.

I watched his long legs carry him down my steps and across the yard. He was nearly jogging—or as close to jogging as his boot allowed.

“What’s the rush?” I called.

“I have a movie waiting for me,” he said as he stood next to Scarlet, the door already open.

“So, you like it?”

“That depends.”

“On what?” I asked.

“Whether the hero gets the girl.”

I grinned. “Well, I’m not going to ruin it for you.”

He winked. “Goodnight, Penny Layne.”

“Will you text me, so I know you got home safely?”

He winked. “I could get used to you worrying about me, you know?”

I laughed. “Goodnight.”

I practically floated into the house on cloud nine. Tonight had been one of the best nights of my life. I faced my fears, I sang on stage, and I loved every minute of it. I’d shared my music with the world and the world hadn’t rejected me—at least not the tiny part of it that existed at Journeys anyway.

I knew I owed Wyatt for everything I’d accomplished tonight. I never would’ve gotten on stage without him. I couldn’t explain it, but just being around him made me believe in myself.

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