The Love Hypothesis

by Ali Hazelwood

her fears—the constant feeling of not belonging, the never-ending suspicions that since so much of her life had been spent alone, then it would end the same way. That she’d never be worthy of someone caring for her.

‘Carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man.’ ”

“It doesn’t matter what it says. It’s always one bed.”

“It will be fine, Olive.” His smile softened. “And if not, at least it will be over.”