The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

The set of Adam’s shoulders clearly broadcasted that he
was, in fact, not everyone. “I never get sick.”
“I doubt it.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Hey, the flu is more serious than you might think.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“It is, especially for people like you.”
“Like me?”
“You know . . . people of a certain age.”
His mouth twitched as he turned into the campus parking
lot. “You smart-ass.”
“Come on.” She leaned forward, poking his biceps with her
index finger. They had touched so much at this point. In
public, and alone, and a mixture of the two. It didn’t feel
weird. It felt good and natural, like when Olive was with Anh,
or Malcolm. “Let’s go together.”
He didn’t budge, parallel parking in a spot that would have
taken Olive about two hours of maneuvering to fit into. “I
don’t have time.”
“You just agreed to go get coffee. You must have some
time.”
He finished parking in less than a minute and pressed his
lips together. Not answering her.
“Why don’t you want to get the shot?” She studied him
suspiciously. “Are you some kind of anti-vaxxer?”
Oh, if looks could kill.
“Okay.” She furrowed her brow. “Then why?”
“It’s not worth the hassle.” Was he fidgeting a little? Was
he biting the inside of his lip?