The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“Um . . . I’m wearing heels, here.”
He turned to her, his eyes traveling down her legs and then
rapidly moving away. “I know. You’re less vertically
challenged than usual.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Hey, I’m five-eight. That’s actually
pretty tall.”
“Hm.” Adam’s expression was noncommittal.
“What’s that face?”
“What face?”
“Your face.”
“Just my regular face?”
“No, that’s your ‘you’re not tall’ face.”
He smiled, just a smidge. “Are the shoes okay for walking?
Should we go back?”
“They’re fine, but can we slow down?”
He feigned a sigh, but he did. His hand let go of hers and
pushed against her lower back to steer her to the right. She had
to hide a small shiver.
“So . . .” She stuffed her fists in the pockets of her coat,
trying to ignore how the tips of her fingers were still tingling.
“Those free drinks you mentioned? Do they come with food?”
“I’ll get you dinner.” Adam’s lips curved a little more.
“You’re not a cheap date, though.”
She leaned into his side and bumped her shoulder against
his biceps. It was hard not to notice that there was no give. “I
really am not. I fully plan to eat and drink my feelings.”
His smile was more uneven than ever. “Where do you want
to go, smart-ass?”