By the night of the department gala, Olive was in deep trouble.
Adam reached out, his large, warm hand covering hers on the computer mouse. A jolt of pure electricity shot up Olive's arm. By the night of the department gala, Olive
It was Anh’s meddling that had landed Olive in her current, utterly ridiculous predicament. It was Anh’s meddling that had landed Olive
The hypothesis had been thoroughly disproven. She was no longer faking. She was wildly, desperately, and hopelessly in love with her fake boyfriend. She was wildly, desperately, and hopelessly in love
As Adam's arms wrapped tightly around her waist, lifting her slightly off the ground, Olive realized that some truths couldn't be proven with a p-value or a lab test. Some truths could only be felt. And the truth was, their love hypothesis was the most successful experiment of her life.
Olive looked up at him, feeling tears prick the corners of her eyes. "I'm just thinking about the end of the month. About ending the agreement."