The Love Hypothesis

by Ali Hazelwood

Dating like it was an Olympic sport! (“It is an Olympic sport, Olive. And I am training for gold.”)

My eyes will roll out of my head

“But if you end up not being fine, then you’d be stuck with me.”

for the love of god how how many times does she apologize and consistantly backtrack

“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.”

“I am going to take care of this,” he told her. There was something determined, earnest in his eyes. Olive had never felt safer, or more loved. “And then I’ll come find you, and I’ll take care of you.”