The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
torso. He didn’t say anything but angled himself a little, just tohelp her fit more comfortably.Somewhere halfway through the talk she realized that shehad been sliding down Adam’s thigh. Or, to be fair, Adamrealized and lifted her up, straightening her in a firm, quickpull that made her feel like she really didn’t weigh anything.Once she was stable again, he didn’t move his arm from whereit was snaked around her waist. The talk had been happeningfor thirty-five minutes going on a century, so no one couldblame Olive if she sank into him a little bit more.It was fine. It was more than fine, actually. It was nice.“Don’t fall asleep,” he murmured. She felt his lips moveagainst the tendrils of hair above her temple. It should havebeen Olive’s cue to straighten, but she couldn’t quite makeherself.“I’m not. Though you’re so comfy.”His fingers tightened on her, maybe to wake her up, maybeto hold her closer. She was about to melt off the chair and startsnoring.“You look like you’re about to take a nap.”“It’s just that I’ve read all of Tom’s articles. I already knowwhat he’s saying.”“Yeah, same. We cited all this stuff in our grant proposal.”He sighed, and she felt his body move under hers. “This isdull.”“Maybe you should ask a question. To liven this up.”Adam turned slightly to her. “Me?”She angled her head to speak in his ear. “I’m sure you cancome up with something. Just raise your hand and make amean observation with that tone of yours. Glare at him. Itmight devolve into an entertaining outbreak of fisticuffs.”
His cheek curved. “You are such a smart-ass.”Olive looked back to the slides, smiling. “Has it beenweird? Having to lie to Tom about us?”Adam seemed to think about it. “No.” He hesitated. “Itlooks like your friends are buying that we’re together.”“I think so. I’m not exactly a convincing liar, andsometimes I worry that Anh might get suspicious. But Iwalked in on her and Jeremy making out in the grad loungethe other day.”They fell quiet and listened to the last few minutes of thetalk in silence. In front of them, Olive could see at least twoprofessors taking a nap, and several surreptitiously working ontheir laptops. Next to Adam, Dr. Rodrigues had been playingCandy Crush on his phone for the past half an hour. Somepeople had left, and Anh had found a seat about ten minutesago. So had several of the students who had been next toOlive, which meant that she could have technically stood upand left Adam alone. Technically. Technically, there was anopen chair somewhere in the third-to-last row. Technically.Instead she brought her lips to Adam’s ear once more andwhispered, “It’s working out well for me, I have to say. Thiswhole fake-dating thing.” More than well. Better than she everthought it would.Adam blinked once and then nodded. Maybe his armtensed a little around her. Maybe it didn’t, and Olive’s mindwas playing tricks on her. It was starting to get late, after all.Her last coffee had been too long ago, and she wasn’t fullyawake, her thoughts fuzzy and relaxed.“What about you?”“Mmm?” Adam wasn’t looking at her.“Is it working for you?” It came out a little needy. Olivetold herself that it was only because of how low she had to
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torso. He didn’t say anything but angled himself a little, just to
help her fit more comfortably.
Somewhere halfway through the talk she realized that she
had been sliding down Adam’s thigh. Or, to be fair, Adam
realized and lifted her up, straightening her in a firm, quick
pull that made her feel like she really didn’t weigh anything.
Once she was stable again, he didn’t move his arm from where
it was snaked around her waist. The talk had been happening
for thirty-five minutes going on a century, so no one could
blame Olive if she sank into him a little bit more.
It was fine. It was more than fine, actually. It was nice.
“Don’t fall asleep,” he murmured. She felt his lips move
against the tendrils of hair above her temple. It should have
been Olive’s cue to straighten, but she couldn’t quite make
herself.
“I’m not. Though you’re so comfy.”
His fingers tightened on her, maybe to wake her up, maybe
to hold her closer. She was about to melt off the chair and start
snoring.
“You look like you’re about to take a nap.”
“It’s just that I’ve read all of Tom’s articles. I already know
what he’s saying.”
“Yeah, same. We cited all this stuff in our grant proposal.”
He sighed, and she felt his body move under hers. “This is
dull.”
“Maybe you should ask a question. To liven this up.”
Adam turned slightly to her. “Me?”
She angled her head to speak in his ear. “I’m sure you can
come up with something. Just raise your hand and make a
mean observation with that tone of yours. Glare at him. It
might devolve into an entertaining outbreak of fisticuffs.”