The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood
about Malcolm’s elbows. Holden had texted it at three a.m.”“Was it good?”He lifted one eyebrow, and she laughed again.“They are . . .”“The worst.” Adam shook his head. “But I think Holdenmight need it. Someone to care about, who also cares abouthim.”“Malcolm, too. I’m just . . . concerned that he might wantmore than Holden is willing to offer?”“Believe me, Holden is very ready to file taxes jointly.”“Good. I’m glad.” She smiled. And then felt her smile fade,just as quickly. “One-sided relationships are really . . . notgood.” I would know. And maybe you would, too.He studied his own palm, undoubtedly thinking about thewoman Holden had mentioned. “No. No, they’re not.”It was a weird kind of ache, the jealousy. Confusing,unfamiliar, not something she was used to. Half cutting, halfdisorienting and aimless, so different from the loneliness she’dfelt since she was fifteen. Olive missed her mother every day,but with time she’d been able to harness her pain and turn itinto motivation for her work. Into purpose. Jealousy,though . . . the misery of it didn’t come with any gain. Onlyrestless thoughts, and something squeezing at her chestwhenever her mind turned to Adam.“I need to ask you something,” he said. The seriousness ofhis tone made her look up.“Sure.”“The people you overheard at the conferenceyesterday . . .”She stiffened. “I’d rather not—”
“I won’t force you to do anything. But whoever they were,I want . . . I think you should consider filing a complaint.”Oh God. God. Was this some cruel joke? “You really likecomplaints, don’t you?” She laughed once, a weak attempt athumor.“I’m serious, Olive. And if you decide you want to do it,I’ll help you however I can. I could come with you and talkwith SBD’s organizers, or we could go through Stanford’sTitle IX office—”“No. I . . . Adam, no. I’m not going to file a complaint.”She rubbed her eyes with the tips of her fingers, feeling asthough this was one giant, painful prank. Except that Adamhad no idea. He actually wanted to protect her, when all Olivewanted was . . . to protect him. “I’ve already decided. It woulddo more harm than good.”“I know why you think that. I felt the same during gradschool, with my mentor. We all did. But there are ways to doit. Whoever this person is, they—”“Adam, I—” She ran one hand down her face. “I need youto drop this. Please.”He studied her, silent for several minutes, and then nodded.“Okay. Of course.” He pushed away from the wall andstraightened, clearly unhappy to let the subject go but makingan effort to do so. “Would you like to go to dinner? There’s aMexican restaurant nearby. Or sushi—real sushi. And a movietheater. Maybe there are one or two movies playing in whichhorses don’t die.”“I’m not . . . I’m not hungry, actually.”“Oh.” His expression was teasing. Gentle. “I didn’t knowthat was possible.”“Me neither.” She chuckled weakly, and then forced herselfto continue. “Today is September twenty-ninth.”
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about Malcolm’s elbows. Holden had texted it at three a.m.”
“Was it good?”
He lifted one eyebrow, and she laughed again.
“They are . . .”
“The worst.” Adam shook his head. “But I think Holden
might need it. Someone to care about, who also cares about
him.”
“Malcolm, too. I’m just . . . concerned that he might want
more than Holden is willing to offer?”
“Believe me, Holden is very ready to file taxes jointly.”
“Good. I’m glad.” She smiled. And then felt her smile fade,
just as quickly. “One-sided relationships are really . . . not
good.” I would know. And maybe you would, too.
He studied his own palm, undoubtedly thinking about the
woman Holden had mentioned. “No. No, they’re not.”
It was a weird kind of ache, the jealousy. Confusing,
unfamiliar, not something she was used to. Half cutting, half
disorienting and aimless, so different from the loneliness she’d
felt since she was fifteen. Olive missed her mother every day,
but with time she’d been able to harness her pain and turn it
into motivation for her work. Into purpose. Jealousy,
though . . . the misery of it didn’t come with any gain. Only
restless thoughts, and something squeezing at her chest
whenever her mind turned to Adam.
“I need to ask you something,” he said. The seriousness of
his tone made her look up.
“Sure.”
“The people you overheard at the conference
yesterday . . .”
She stiffened. “I’d rather not—”