The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

kiss, but barely, and it certainly didn’t warrant the way her
heart pounded in her chest, or the fact that there was
something warm and liquid looping at the bottom of her belly.
Not unpleasant, but confusing and a bit scary nonetheless, and
it had Olive pull back after only a second. When she eased
back on her heels, it seemed like for a fraction of a moment
Adam followed her, trying to fill the gap between their
mouths. Though by the time she’d blinked herself free of the
haze of the kiss, he was standing tall in front of her,
cheekbones dusted with red and chest moving up and down in
shallow breaths. She must have dreamed up that last bit.
She needed to avert her eyes from him, now. And he
needed to look elsewhere, too. Why were they staring at each
other?
“Okay,” she chirped. “That, um . . . worked.”
Adam’s jaw twitched, but he didn’t reply.
“Well, then. I’m going to . . . um . . .” She gestured behind
her shoulders with her thumb.
“Anh?”
“Yeah. Yeah, to Anh.”
He swallowed heavily. “Okay. Yeah.”
They had kissed. They had kissed—twice, now. Twice. Not
that it mattered. No one cared. But. Twice. Plus, the lap.
Earlier today. Again, not that it mattered.
“I’ll see you around, right? Next week?”
He lifted his fingers to his lips, then let his arm drop to his
side. “Yes. On Wednesday.”
It was Thursday now. Which meant that they were going to
see each other in six days. Which was fine. Olive was fine, no
matter when or how often they met. “Yep. See you Wed—
Hey, what about the picnic?”