The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

well on her way to wasted by that point, because her last
message read: Clallif u want tp join ♥ us, Olvie
“I forgot my pajamas and wanted to see if I could borrow
something from my friends, but I don’t think they’ll be back
for hours. Though maybe Jess didn’t go with them, let me text
and see if—”
“Here.” Adam set something black and neatly folded on
her bed. “You can use this if you want.”
She studied it skeptically. “What is it?”
“A T-shirt. I slept in it yesterday, but it’s probably better
than the dress you’re wearing. To sleep in, I mean,” he added,
a faint flush on his cheeks.
“Oh.” She picked it up, and the T-shirt unfolded. She
immediately noticed three things: it was large, so large that it
would hit her mid-thigh or even lower; it smelled heavenly, a
mix of Adam’s skin and laundry detergent that had her
wanting to bury her face in it and inhale for weeks; and on the
front, it said in big, white letters . . .
“ ‘Biology Ninja’?”
Adam scratched the back of his neck. “I didn’t buy it.”
“Did you . . . steal it?”
“It was a present.”
“Well.” She grinned. “This is one hell of a present. Doctor
ninja.”
He stared at her flatly. “If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”
She chuckled. “Are you sure it’s okay? What will you
wear?”
“Nothing.”
She must have been gaping at him a little too much,
because he gave her an amused look and shook his head.