Page 268 - The Love Hypothesis

“Things can be weird in a cool way.”

“Right, but this is pure, one hundred percent cool, zero percent weird—”
“Hold up,” Olive interrupted. Her headache was growing a size or two.
“Holden is not even in the department. Why was he at the social?”

“No idea, but you bring up an excellent point, which is that since he’s in
pharmacology, we can do whatever we want without having to tell anyone.”

Anh tilted her head. “Is that so?”
“Yep. We checked Stanford’s socialization regulations on our way to

CVS to get condoms. Basically foreplay.” He closed his eyes in bliss. “Will
I ever step inside a pharmacy again without getting a boner?”

Olive cleared her throat. “I’m so happy for you.” She really was.
Though this did feel a bit weird. “How did it happen?”
“I hit on him. It was glorious.”

“He was shameless, Ol. And glorious. I took some pictures.”
Malcolm gasped in outrage. “Okay, that’s illegal and I could sue you.

But if I look good in them, do send them my way.”
“Will do, babe. Now tell us about the sex.”

The fact that Malcolm, usually very forward with the details of his sex
life, just closed his eyes and smiled, spoke volumes. Anh and Olive

exchanged a long, impressed glance.
“And that’s not even the best part. He wants to see me again. Today. A
date. He used the word ‘date’ unprompted.” He fell back on the mattress.

“He’s so hot. And funny. And nice. A sweet, filthy beast.”
Malcolm looked so happy, Olive couldn’t resist: she swallowed the lump

that had taken residence in her throat sometime last night and jumped on the
bed next to him, hugging him as tight as she could. Anh followed and did

the same.
“I’m so happy for you, Malcolm.”

“Same.” Anh’s voice was muffled against his hair.
“I am happy for me, too. I hope he’s serious. You know when I said I
was training for gold? Well, Holden’s platinum.”

“You should ask Carlsen, Ol,” Anh suggested. “If he knows what
Holden’s intentions are.”