The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

Approximately two out of three fake-dating
HYPOTHESIS:
will eventually involve room-sharing; 50 percent of
situations
situations will be further complicated by the
room-sharing
of only one bed.
presence
Chapter Thirteen
There was an Airbnb twenty-five minutes from the conference
center, but it was an inflatable mattress on the floor of a
storage room, charging 180 bucks per night, and even if she
could have afforded it, one of the reviews reported that the
host had a penchant for role-playing Viking with the guests,
so . . . No, thank you. She found a more affordable one fortyfive
minutes away by subway, but when she went to reserve
the room, she discovered that someone had beaten her to it by
mere seconds, and she was tempted to hurl her laptop across
the coffee shop. She was trying to decide between a seedy
motel and a cheap couch in the suburbs when a shadow cast
over her. She looked up with a frown, expecting an undergrad
wanting to use the outlet she’d been hoarding, and instead
found . . .
“Oh.”
Adam was standing in front of her, the late-afternoon
sunlight haloing his hair and shoulders, fingers closed around
an iPad as he looked down at her with a somber expression. It
had been less than a week since she’d last seen him—six days
to be precise, which was just a handful of hours and minutes.
Nothing, considering that she’d barely known him a month.
And yet it was as if the space she was in, the whole campus,
the entire city was transformed by knowing that he was back.