The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

A heart will break even more easily than the
HYPOTHESIS:
of hydrogen bonds.
weakest
Anh: O
Anh: M
Anh: G
Anh: OMG
Anh: Omg omg OMFG
Anh: Where the hell are you
Chapter Eighteen
It wasn’t the sun high in the sky that woke her up, nor
housekeeping—thanks to Adam, likely, and a Do Not Disturb
sign on the door. What got Olive out of bed, even though she
really, really didn’t want to face the day, was the frantic
buzzing on the nightstand.
She buried her face in the pillow, extended her arm to
grope her way to her phone, and then brought it to her ear.
“Yeah?” she bleated, only to find that it wasn’t a call but a
very long string of notifications. It included one email from
Dr. Aslan congratulating her on her talk and asking for the
recording, two texts from Greg (Have u seen the multichannel
Nvm found it.), one from Malcolm (call me when you see
pipette?
this), and . . .
One hundred and forty-three from Anh.
“What the . . . ?” She blinked at the screen, unlocked her
phone, and started scrolling up. Could it be one hundred and
forty-three reminders to wear sunscreen?