The Love Hypothesis

by Ali Hazelwood

“What? You said yes.” “Excuse me?” She frowned. “I asked if I could kiss you, and you said yes.” “Incorrect. You asked if you could kiss me and I snorted.” “I’m pretty sure I heard you said yes.”

“Are you not . . .” Olive had no idea how to even ask it. “Married, or something?”

He shrugged. “My wife and the twins won’t mind.”

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

“I’m going to take a wild guess and assume that you hate egg rolls, just like everything else that’s good in the world.”