Page 238 - The Love Hypothesis

Adam swallowed, twice, and then nodded. He wasn’t breathing

normally. And Olive doubted he could say no at this point. That he would
even want to. He did put up a good effort, though. “What if you hate me for
this, after? What if we go back and you change your mind—”

“I won’t. I . . .” She stepped—God, even closer. She wouldn’t think
about after. Couldn’t, didn’t want to. “I’ve never been surer of anything.

Except maybe cell theory.” She smiled, hoping he’d smile back.
Adam’s mouth remained straight and serious, but it scarcely mattered:

the next time Olive felt his touch it was on the slope of her hip bone, under
the cotton of the T-shirt he’d given her.