Page 125 - The Love Hypothesis

She burst out laughing. “I know. Believe me, I’m really regretting

befriending Anh right now. Kind of contemplating assassinating her, to tell
the truth.”
She moved to his shoulder blades. He had a lot of small moles and

freckles, and she wondered exactly how inappropriate it would be if she
played connect the dots on them with her fingers. She could just imagine

the amazing pictures it would reveal.
“But hey, the long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proven by

scientists. And you are pretty pale. Here, duck a bit more, so I can get your
neck.”

“Mmm.”
She walked around him to get to the front part of his shoulders. He was
so big, she was going to have to use all this stupid lotion. Might even need

to ask Anh for more. “At least the department chair is getting a show. And
you look like you’re having fun.”

He glanced pointedly at the way her hand was spreading sunscreen on
his collarbone. Olive’s cheeks burned. “No, I mean—not because I am . . . I

meant, you look like you’re having a good time playing Frisbee. Or
whatever.”

He made a face. “Beats chitchatting, for sure.”
She laughed. “That makes sense. I bet that’s why you’re so fit. You
played lots of sports growing up because it got you out of talking with

people. It also explains why now that you’re an adult your personality is so
—” Olive stopped short.

Adam lifted one eyebrow. “Antagonistic and unapproachable?”
Crap. “I didn’t say that.”

“You just typed it.”
“I-I’m sorry. I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to—” She pressed her lips

together, flustered. Then she noticed that the corners of his eyes were
crinkling. “Damn you.”
She pinched him lightly on the underside of his arm. He yelped and

smiled wider, which made her wonder what he would do if she retaliated by
writing her name with sunscreen on his chest, just enough for him to only