The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

He shook his head. “It’s fine.”
He did seem uncharacteristically indifferent to the
situation, especially for a guy who was known to freak out
when people got the atomic number of selenium wrong. No,
he wasn’t indifferent. He was amused.
Olive cocked her head. “Are you enjoying this?”
“ ‘Enjoying’ is probably not the right word, but you have to
admit that it’s quite entertaining.”
She had no idea what he was talking about. There was
nothing entertaining about the fact that she had randomly
kissed a faculty member because he was the only person in the
hallway and that, as a consequence of that spectacularly idiotic
action, everyone thought she was dating someone she’d met
exactly twice before today—
She burst into laughter and folded into herself before her
train of thought was even over, overwhelmed by the sheer
improbability of the situation. This was her life. These were
the results of her actions. When she could finally breathe
again, her abs hurt and she had to wipe her eyes. “This is the
worst.”
He was smiling, staring at her with a strange light in his
eyes. And would you look at that: Adam Carlsen had dimples.
Cute ones. “Yep.”
“And it’s all my fault.”
“Pretty much. I kind of yanked Anh’s chain yesterday, but
yeah, I’d say that it’s mostly your fault.”
Fake dating. Adam Carlsen. Olive would have to be a
lunatic. “Wouldn’t it be a problem that you’re faculty and I’m
a graduate student?”
He tilted his head, going serious. “It wouldn’t look great,
but I don’t think so, no. Since I have no authority whatsoever