Page 17 of Tripped By Love
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“Will you text me if you hear from him again?” I asked, heart screaming.
The only time we talked or texted was when we were discussing our workouts. Me asking this crossed some line that would be difficult to push ourselves away from once Clayton disappeared again.
She nodded, and I turned away, only to be halted by her soft voice.
“Marco?”
I looked back.
She hesitated as if considering what she wanted to say before finally saying, “Travel safe.”
I had a feeling those weren’t the words she’d planned, but I couldn’t expect more. I couldn’t want more. This was already too much.
