The Love Hypothesis

by Ali Hazelwood

fierceness. And for some unimaginable reason, Anh seemed to like Olive

“How many times have you done this?” “Zero. But I am familiar with the trope.” “The . . . what?” He blinked at her, confused.

“Maybe the cafeteria has some raw broccoli?” “I don’t deserve this verbal abuse on top of the flu shot.”

“Pay attention, sweetheart.” He sucked the underside of her breast. She had to hold on to his shoulders, or her knees would give out on her. “Here?”

“I’m going to kill you,” he gritted out, little more than a growl. “If you say another word about the woman I love, if you look at her, if you even think about her—I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“Ik hou van jou, Adam.”