The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

stopped caring.” Olive rubbed her temple. She could feel a
headache coming up and had a long night ahead of her. “Are
you going to tell her I told you that?”
“Of course.”
She groaned. “Don’t.”
“Might also tell her about the kisses you’ve been extorting,
and the fake-dating scheme you roped me into, and above all
about the sunscreen—”
“Oh God.” Olive hid her face in her knees, arms coming up
to wrap around her head. “God. The sunscreen.”
“Yeah.” His voice sounded muffled from down here.
“Yeah, that was . . .”
“Awkward?” she offered, sitting back straight with a
grimace. Adam was looking elsewhere. She was probably
imagining it, the way he was flushing.
He cleared his throat. “Among other things.”
“Yep.” It had been other things, too. A lot of things that she
was not going to mention, because her other things were sure
to not be his other things. His other things were probably
“terrible” and “harrowing” and “invasive.” While hers . . .
“Is the sunscreen going in the Title IX complaint?”
His mouth twitched. “Right on the first page.
Nonconsensual sunblock application.”
“Oh, come on. I saved you from basal cell carcinoma.”
“Groped under SPF pretense.”
She swatted him with her Twix, and he ducked a bit to
avoid her, amused. “Hey, you want half of this? Since I fully
plan to eat what’s left of your chips.”
“Nah.”
“You sure?”