The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

She moved to his shoulder blades. He had a lot of small
moles and freckles, and she wondered exactly how
inappropriate it would be if she played connect the dots on
them with her fingers. She could just imagine the amazing
pictures it would reveal.
“But hey, the long-term benefits of sunscreen have been
proven by scientists. And you are pretty pale. Here, duck a bit
more, so I can get your neck.”
“Mmm.”
She walked around him to get to the front part of his
shoulders. He was so big, she was going to have to use all this
stupid lotion. Might even need to ask Anh for more. “At least
the department chair is getting a show. And you look like
you’re having fun.”
He glanced pointedly at the way her hand was spreading
sunscreen on his collarbone. Olive’s cheeks burned. “No, I
mean—not because I am . . . I meant, you look like you’re
having a good time playing Frisbee. Or whatever.”
He made a face. “Beats chitchatting, for sure.”
She laughed. “That makes sense. I bet that’s why you’re so
fit. You played lots of sports growing up because it got you out
of talking with people. It also explains why now that you’re an
adult your personality is so—” Olive stopped short.
Adam lifted one eyebrow. “Antagonistic and
unapproachable?”
Crap. “I didn’t say that.”
“You just typed it.”
“I-I’m sorry. I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to—” She
pressed her lips together, flustered. Then she noticed that the
corners of his eyes were crinkling. “Damn you.”