Olive barely managed to wait until she was outside to fist-pump, then jump around a few times, then fist-pump again. “You all done?” Adam asked. She turned around, remembering that she wasn’t alone. His arms were folded on his chest, fingers drumming against his biceps. There was an indulgent expression in his eyes, and—she should have been embarrassed, but she just couldn’t help it. Olive threw herself at him and hugged his torso as tight as she could.
