The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

“Maybe.” She took a step closer. “Maybe you were secretly
hoping for a kiss.”
He gave her a long, amused look. “Maybe.”
She took another step, and another, and another. And then
her alarm beeped, once, right as she came to stand in front of
him. Another intrusion of his personal space. But this time,
when she pushed up on her toes, when she wrapped her arms
around his neck, Adam’s hands pulled her deeper into himself.
It had been one year. Exactly one year. And by now his
body was so familiar to her, she knew the breadth of his
shoulders, the scratch of his stubble, the scent of his skin, all
by heart; she could feel the smile in his eyes.
Olive sank into him, let him support her weight, and then
moved until her mouth was almost level with his ear. She
pressed her lips against its shell, and whispered softly into his
skin.
“May I kiss you, Dr. Carlsen?”