Page 218 - The Love Hypothesis

“We’re not going to the social.”

We? “What?”
“Come on,” he repeated, and this time Olive took his hand and didn’t let
go. She couldn’t, with the way his fingers were closing around hers. Adam

looked pointedly at her shoes, until she got the hint and slipped them on,
using his arm to keep her balance.

“Where are we going?”
“To get some free alcohol. Well”—he amended—“free for you.”

She almost gasped when she realized what he meant. “No, I—Adam, no.
You have to go to the department social. And to the opening ceremony.

You’re the keynote speaker!”
“And I keynote-spoke.” He grabbed her red duffle coat from the bed and
pulled her toward the entrance. “Can you walk in those shoes?”

“I—yes, but—”
“I have my key card; we don’t need yours.”

“Adam.” She grabbed his wrist, and he immediately turned to look at
her. “Adam, you can’t skip those events. People will say that you—”

His smile was lopsided. “That I want to spend time with my girlfriend?”
Olive’s brain stopped. Just like that. And then it started again, and—

The world was a little different.
When he tugged her hand again, she smiled and simply followed him
out of the room.