The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

she’d sent the report anyway. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She
should have beefed it up. The most important thing now was
to avoid crying until she was—
“And, Olive,” Tom added.
She paused under the doorframe and looked back at him.
“Yes?”
“I’ll see you next year at Harvard, right?” His gaze finally
slid up to meet hers. “I have the perfect bench set aside for
you.”
Her heart detonated. It absolutely exploded with joy in her
chest, and Olive felt a violent wave of happiness, pride, and
relief all wash over her. It could have easily knocked her to the
floor, but by some miracle of biology she managed to stay
upright and smile at Tom.
“I can’t wait,” she said, voice thick with happy tears.
“Thank you so much.”
He gave her a wink and one last smile, kind and
encouraging. Olive barely managed to wait until she was
outside to fist-pump, then jump around a few times, then fistpump
again.
“You all done?” Adam asked.
She turned around, remembering that she wasn’t alone. His
arms were folded on his chest, fingers drumming against his
biceps. There was an indulgent expression in his eyes, and—
she should have been embarrassed, but she just couldn’t help
it. Olive threw herself at him and hugged his torso as tight as
she could. She closed her eyes when, after a few seconds of
hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her.
“Congratulations,” he whispered softly against her hair.
Just like that Olive was on the verge of tears all over again.