The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

Could room.
With him.
Olive knew full well what sharing quarters with someone
entailed, even for a very short period. Sleeping in the same
room meant seeing embarrassing pajamas, taking turns to use
the bathroom, hearing the swish of someone trying to find a
comfortable position under the sheets loud and clear in the
dark. Sleeping in the same room meant— No. Nope. It was a
terrible idea. And Olive was starting to think that maybe she
had maxed those out for a while. So she cleared her throat.
“I could not, actually.”
He nodded calmly. But then, then he asked equally calmly,
“Why?” and she wanted to bang her head against the table.
“I couldn’t.”
“The room is a double, of course,” he offered, as if that
piece of information could have possibly changed her mind.
“It’s not a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Because people will think that we . . .” She noticed
Adam’s look and immediately hushed. “Okay, fine. They
already think that. But.”
“But?”
“Adam.” She rubbed her forehead with her fingers. “There
will be only one bed.”
He frowned. “No, as I said it’s a double—”
“It’s not. It won’t be. There will be only one bed, for sure.”
He gave her a puzzled look. “I got the booking
confirmation the other day. I can forward it to you if you want;
it says that—”
“It doesn’t matter what it says. It’s always one bed.”