The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
well on her way to wasted by that point, because her lastmessage read: Clallif u want tp join ♥ us, Olvie“I forgot my pajamas and wanted to see if I could borrowsomething from my friends, but I don’t think they’ll be backfor hours. Though maybe Jess didn’t go with them, let me textand see if—”“Here.” Adam set something black and neatly folded onher 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 betterthan 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. Sheimmediately noticed three things: it was large, so large that itwould hit her mid-thigh or even lower; it smelled heavenly, amix of Adam’s skin and laundry detergent that had herwanting to bury her face in it and inhale for weeks; and on thefront, 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. Doctorninja.”He stared at her flatly. “If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”She chuckled. “Are you sure it’s okay? What will youwear?”“Nothing.”She must have been gaping at him a little too much,because he gave her an amused look and shook his head.
“I’m kidding. I have a tee under my shirt.”She nodded and hurried into the bathroom, making a pointnot to meet his eyes.Alone under the hot jet of the shower it was much harder toconcentrate on stale sushi and Adam’s uneven smile, and toforget why he’d ended up allowing her to cling to him forthree whole hours. What Tom had done to her today wasdespicable, and she was going to have to report him. She wasgoing to have to tell Adam. She was going to have to dosomething. But every time she tried to think about it rationally,she could hear his voice in her head—mediocre and nice legsand useless and derivative and little sob story—so loud thatshe was afraid her skull would shatter into pieces.So she kept her shower as quick as possible, distractingherself by reading the labels of Adam’s shampoo and bodywash (something hypoallergenic and pH-balanced that had herrolling her eyes) and drying herself as fast as humanlypossible. She took out her contacts, then stole a bit of histoothpaste. Her gaze fell on his toothbrush; it was charcoalblack, down to the bristles, and she couldn’t help but giggle.When she stepped out of the bathroom, he was sitting onthe edge of the bed, wearing plaid pajama pants and a white T-shirt. He was holding the TV remote in one hand and hisphone in the other, looking between the two screens with afrown.“You would.”“Would what?” he asked absentmindedly.“Have a black toothbrush.”His mouth twitched. “You will be shocked to hear thatthere is no Netflix category for movies in which horses don’tdie.”
- Page 216 and 217: crap her pants. “Right.” Olive
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- Page 222 and 223: Possibilities. That’s what Adam
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- Page 226 and 227: Could room.With him.Olive knew full
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- Page 238 and 239: “Hey.” Olive forced her face in
- Page 240 and 241: “What is it?”“Calories. To fu
- Page 242 and 243: She rolled her eyes. “For Dr. Asl
- Page 244 and 245: It didn’t go perfectly, either. S
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- Page 248 and 249: “A pretty girl like you should kn
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- Page 252 and 253: “Nothing.” Her voice shook. It
- Page 254 and 255: “It’s not what they say. It’s
- Page 256 and 257: “And I keynote-spoke.” He grabb
- Page 258 and 259: “Um . . . I’m wearing heels, he
- Page 260 and 261: She moved closer to him and grasped
- Page 262 and 263: “It’s appalling.”“—or the
- Page 264 and 265: like having a thousand little splin
- Page 268 and 269: “An obscenity, isn’t it? It’s
- Page 270 and 271: “For a moment there, during the t
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- Page 274 and 275: Adam shook his head. “He wanted a
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- Page 287 and 288: And I bet you do this all the time,
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“I’m kidding. I have a tee under my shirt.”
She nodded and hurried into the bathroom, making a point
not to meet his eyes.
Alone under the hot jet of the shower it was much harder to
concentrate on stale sushi and Adam’s uneven smile, and to
forget why he’d ended up allowing her to cling to him for
three whole hours. What Tom had done to her today was
despicable, and she was going to have to report him. She was
going to have to tell Adam. She was going to have to do
something. But every time she tried to think about it rationally,
she could hear his voice in her head—mediocre and nice legs
and useless and derivative and little sob story—so loud that
she was afraid her skull would shatter into pieces.
So she kept her shower as quick as possible, distracting
herself by reading the labels of Adam’s shampoo and body
wash (something hypoallergenic and pH-balanced that had her
rolling her eyes) and drying herself as fast as humanly
possible. She took out her contacts, then stole a bit of his
toothpaste. Her gaze fell on his toothbrush; it was charcoal
black, down to the bristles, and she couldn’t help but giggle.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, he was sitting on
the edge of the bed, wearing plaid pajama pants and a white T-
shirt. He was holding the TV remote in one hand and his
phone in the other, looking between the two screens with a
frown.
“You would.”
“Would what?” he asked absentmindedly.
“Have a black toothbrush.”
His mouth twitched. “You will be shocked to hear that
there is no Netflix category for movies in which horses don’t
die.”