The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
“It’s not what they say. It’s what you think. It’s that you thinkthey’re right. Don’t you?”Her mouth was full of cotton. “I . . .”“Olive. You are a great scientist. And you will become aneven better one.” The way he was looking at her, so earnestand serious—it was going to break her. “Whatever this assholesaid, it speaks nothing of you and a whole lot of them.” Hisfingers shifted on her skin to weave through the hair behindher ear. “Your work is brilliant.”She didn’t even think it through. And even if she had, sheprobably couldn’t have stopped herself. She just leanedforward and hid her face in his neck, hugging him tight. Aterrible idea, stupid and inappropriate, and Adam was surelygoing to push her away, any minute now, except that . . .His palm slid to her nape, almost as if to press her into him,and Olive just stayed there for long minutes, crying warm tearsinto the flesh of his throat, feeling how grounding, how warm,how solid he was—under her fingers and in her life.You just had to go and make me fall for you, she thought,blinking against his skin. You absolute ass.He didn’t let her go. Not until she pulled back and wipedher cheeks again, feeling like maybe this time around she’d beable to hold it together. She sniffled, and he leaned over tograb a box of tissues from the TV table. “I really am fine.”He sighed.“Okay, maybe . . . maybe I’m not fine right now, but I willbe.” She accepted the tissue that he plucked for her and blewher nose. “I just need a while to . . .”He studied her and nodded, his eyes unreadable again.“Thank you. For what you said. For letting me snot all overyour hotel room.”
He smiled. “Anytime.”“And your jacket, too. Are you . . . Are you going to thedepartment social?” she asked, dreading the moment shewould have to get out of this chair. Of this room. Be honest,that sensible, ever-knowing voice inside her whispered. It’s hispresence that you don’t want to be out of.“Are you?”She shrugged. “I said I would. But I don’t feel like talkingto anyone right now.” She dried her cheeks once more, butmiraculously the flow had stopped. Adam Carlsen, responsiblefor 90 percent of the department’s tears, had actually managedto make someone stop crying. Who would’ve thought?“Though I feel like the free alcohol could really help.”He stared at her pensively for a moment, biting the insideof his cheek. Then he nodded, seeming to reach some sort ofdecision, and stood with his hand held out to her. “Come on.”“Oh.” She had to crane her neck to look up at him. “I thinkI’m going to wait a bit before I—”“We’re not going to the social.”We? “What?”“Come on,” he repeated, and this time Olive took his handand didn’t let go. She couldn’t, with the way his fingers wereclosing around hers. Adam looked pointedly at her shoes, untilshe got the hint and slipped them on, using his arm to keep herbalance.“Where are we going?”“To get some free alcohol. Well”—he amended—“free foryou.”She almost gasped when she realized what he meant. “No,I—Adam, no. You have to go to the department social. And tothe opening ceremony. You’re the keynote speaker!”
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“It’s not what they say. It’s what you think. It’s that you think
they’re right. Don’t you?”
Her mouth was full of cotton. “I . . .”
“Olive. You are a great scientist. And you will become an
even better one.” The way he was looking at her, so earnest
and serious—it was going to break her. “Whatever this asshole
said, it speaks nothing of you and a whole lot of them.” His
fingers shifted on her skin to weave through the hair behind
her ear. “Your work is brilliant.”
She didn’t even think it through. And even if she had, she
probably couldn’t have stopped herself. She just leaned
forward and hid her face in his neck, hugging him tight. A
terrible idea, stupid and inappropriate, and Adam was surely
going to push her away, any minute now, except that . . .
His palm slid to her nape, almost as if to press her into him,
and Olive just stayed there for long minutes, crying warm tears
into the flesh of his throat, feeling how grounding, how warm,
how solid he was—under her fingers and in her life.
You just had to go and make me fall for you, she thought,
blinking against his skin. You absolute ass.
He didn’t let her go. Not until she pulled back and wiped
her cheeks again, feeling like maybe this time around she’d be
able to hold it together. She sniffled, and he leaned over to
grab a box of tissues from the TV table. “I really am fine.”
He sighed.
“Okay, maybe . . . maybe I’m not fine right now, but I will
be.” She accepted the tissue that he plucked for her and blew
her nose. “I just need a while to . . .”
He studied her and nodded, his eyes unreadable again.
“Thank you. For what you said. For letting me snot all over
your hotel room.”