The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
She moved to his shoulder blades. He had a lot of smallmoles and freckles, and she wondered exactly howinappropriate it would be if she played connect the dots onthem with her fingers. She could just imagine the amazingpictures it would reveal.“But hey, the long-term benefits of sunscreen have beenproven by scientists. And you are pretty pale. Here, duck a bitmore, so I can get your neck.”“Mmm.”She walked around him to get to the front part of hisshoulders. He was so big, she was going to have to use all thisstupid lotion. Might even need to ask Anh for more. “At leastthe department chair is getting a show. And you look likeyou’re having fun.”He glanced pointedly at the way her hand was spreadingsunscreen on his collarbone. Olive’s cheeks burned. “No, Imean—not because I am . . . I meant, you look like you’rehaving 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 sofit. You played lots of sports growing up because it got you outof talking with people. It also explains why now that you’re anadult your personality is so—” Olive stopped short.Adam lifted one eyebrow. “Antagonistic andunapproachable?”Crap. “I didn’t say that.”“You just typed it.”“I-I’m sorry. I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to—” Shepressed her lips together, flustered. Then she noticed that thecorners of his eyes were crinkling. “Damn you.”
She pinched him lightly on the underside of his arm. Heyelped and smiled wider, which made her wonder what hewould do if she retaliated by writing her name with sunscreenon his chest, just enough for him to only get a tan around it.She tried to imagine his face after taking off his T-shirt,finding the five letters printed on his flesh in the reflection ofhis bathroom mirror. The expression he’d make. Whether he’dtouch them with his fingertips.Crazy, she told herself. This whole thing, it’s driving youcrazy. So he’s handsome, and you find him attractive. Big deal.Who cares?She wiped her mostly lotion-free hands down the columnsof his biceps and took a step back. “You’re good to go, Dr.Antagonistic.”He smelled of fresh sweat, himself, and coconut. Olivewasn’t going to get to talk with him again until Wednesday,and why the thought came with an odd pang in her chest, shehad no clue.“Thanks. And thank Anh, I guess.”“Mm. What do you think she’ll have us do next time?”He shrugged. “Hold hands?”“Feed each other strawberries?”“Good one.”“Maybe she’ll up her game.”“Fake wedding?”“Fake-buy a house together?”“Fake-sign the mortgage paperwork?”Olive laughed, and the way he looked at her, kind andcurious and patient . . . she must be hallucinating it. Her headwas not right. She should have brought a sun hat.
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She pinched him lightly on the underside of his arm. He
yelped and smiled wider, which made her wonder what he
would do if she retaliated by writing her name with sunscreen
on his chest, just enough for him to only get a tan around it.
She tried to imagine his face after taking off his T-shirt,
finding the five letters printed on his flesh in the reflection of
his bathroom mirror. The expression he’d make. Whether he’d
touch them with his fingertips.
Crazy, she told herself. This whole thing, it’s driving you
crazy. So he’s handsome, and you find him attractive. Big deal.
Who cares?
She wiped her mostly lotion-free hands down the columns
of his biceps and took a step back. “You’re good to go, Dr.
Antagonistic.”
He smelled of fresh sweat, himself, and coconut. Olive
wasn’t going to get to talk with him again until Wednesday,
and why the thought came with an odd pang in her chest, she
had no clue.
“Thanks. And thank Anh, I guess.”
“Mm. What do you think she’ll have us do next time?”
He shrugged. “Hold hands?”
“Feed each other strawberries?”
“Good one.”
“Maybe she’ll up her game.”
“Fake wedding?”
“Fake-buy a house together?”
“Fake-sign the mortgage paperwork?”
Olive laughed, and the way he looked at her, kind and
curious and patient . . . she must be hallucinating it. Her head
was not right. She should have brought a sun hat.