Page 226 - The Love Hypothesis

She started rummaging through her suitcase. “You can pick the movie! I

don’t care which one, as long as there are no scenes in which horses are
killed, because it— Crap.”
“What?”

“I forgot my pajamas.” She looked for her phone in the pockets of her
coat. It wasn’t there, and she realized that she hadn’t brought it with her to

the restaurant. “Have you seen my— Oh, there it is.”
The battery was almost dead, probably because she had forgotten to turn

off the recording after her talk. She hadn’t checked her messages in a few
hours, and found several unread texts—mostly from Anh and Malcolm,

asking her where she was and if she still planned to come to the social,
telling her to get her ass there ASAP because “the booze is flowing like a
river,” and then, finally, just informing her that they were all going

downtown to a bar. Anh must have been well on her way to wasted by that

point, because her last message read: Clallif u want tp join ♥ us, Olvie
“I forgot my pajamas and wanted to see if I could borrow something
from my friends, but I don’t think they’ll be back for hours. Though maybe

Jess didn’t go with them, let me text and see if—”
“Here.” Adam set something black and neatly folded on her bed. “You

can use this if you want.”
She studied it skeptically. “What is it?”

“A T-shirt. I slept in it yesterday, but it’s probably better than the dress
you’re wearing. To sleep in, I mean,” he added, a faint flush on his cheeks.

“Oh.” She picked it up, and the T-shirt unfolded. She immediately
noticed three things: it was large, so large that it would hit her mid-thigh or
even lower; it smelled heavenly, a mix of Adam’s skin and laundry

detergent that had her wanting to bury her face in it and inhale for weeks;
and on the front, it said in big, white letters . . .

“ ‘Biology Ninja’?”
Adam scratched the back of his neck. “I didn’t buy it.”
“Did you . . . steal it?”

“It was a present.”
“Well.” She grinned. “This is one hell of a present. Doctor ninja.”