Page 42 of Trip Me Up

“OTPs?” I took Bilbo from her so she could gather her things.

She busied herself with the dog carrier. “One true pairing. Marlee’s a bit of a romantic.”

“She thinks you and I are—” I pointed a finger between us.

She stood and took Bilbo from me. When she brushed my hand, my skin sang. “She sees them everywhere. Legolas and Gimli. The Burger King and the Starbucks mermaid. Even Bilbo Baggins and my neighbor’s Corgi. It’s nothing.”

“Nothing,” I echoed. I was glad Marlee wasn’t there in person to see the bulge in my jeans from hearing Sam talk about masturbating. But that was just a physical reaction. It didn’t mean anything. Certainly not that we were meant to be together.

“Time to go, right?” Without looking at me, she turned toward the exit.

“Definitely.” I wouldn’t think about Sam like that anymore. I couldn’t. She was my tour partner, and we’d be together for two more weeks.

She was not my OTP.

Regardless of what my body thought.

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