Page 225 - The Love Hypothesis

out of her mind, plopped herself down on her bed belly up, and stared at the

ceiling.
She’d thought it would be awkward, being with him in such a small
space for a whole night. And it was a little bit, or at least it had been when

she’d first arrived earlier today, but now she felt calm and safe. Like her
world, constantly hectic and messy and demanding, was slowing down.

Easing up, just a bit.
The bedcover rustled under her head when she turned to look at Adam.

He seemed relaxed, too, as he draped his jacket against the back of a chair,
then took off his watch and set it neatly on the desk. The casual domesticity

of it—the thought that his day and hers would end in the same place, at the
same time—soothed her like a slow caress down her spine.
“Thank you. For buying me food.”

He glanced at her, crinkling his nose. “I don’t know that there was any
food involved.”

She smiled, rolling to her side. “You’re not going out again?”
“Out?”

“Yeah. To meet other very important science people? Eat another seven
pounds of edamame?”

“I think I’ve had enough networking and edamame for this decade.” He
took off his shoes and socks, and set them neatly by the bed.
“You’re staying in, then?”

He paused and looked at her. “Unless you’d rather be alone?”
No, I would not. She propped herself up on her elbow. “Let’s watch a

movie.”
Adam blinked at her. “Sure.” He sounded surprised but not displeased.

“But if your taste in movies is anything like your taste in restaurants, it’ll
probably—”

He didn’t see the pillow coming at him. It bounced off his face and then
fell to the floor, making Olive giggle and spring off the bed. “You mind if I
shower, before?”

“You smart-ass.”