Page 107 - The Love Hypothesis

Olive rolled her eyes and started up the stairs. “I’m pretty sure that’s not

his middle name. And we did not.”
“But it was clear that you wanted to.”
“Shut up. Why were you looking at us, anyway?”

“I wasn’t. I happened to glance up when he was about to jump you, and
I just couldn’t look away.”

Olive snorted, plugging her headphones into her phone’s port. “Right.
Of course.”

“He’s really into you. I can tell from the way he stares at—”
“I’m gonna listen to music very loudly now. To tune you out.”

“—you.”
It wasn’t until much later, after Olive had been working on Tom’s report
for several hours, that she remembered what Adam had said when she’d

told him she’d be at the picnic.
At least there’s that.

Olive ducked her head and smiled at her toes.