She had grabbed the nearest tall, broad-shouldered man standing by the water fountain, pulled him down by his lapels, and pressed her lips to his.
"You need your friend to believe you are in a relationship. I need the administration to believe I have personal ties keeping me at Stanford. It appears our data points align. We should fake date."
Adam leaned down, his forehead resting against hers. "Because I've been completely in love with you for over a year, you brilliant, disaster of a woman. I was just too terrified to tell you. When you kissed me by that water fountain, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I would have agreed to anything just to be near you." She had grabbed the nearest tall, broad-shouldered man
Adam Carlsen was the department’s brilliant, terrifying, and notoriously ruthless young professor. He was known for making grown Ph.D. students cry during their defenses. He was a tyrant in a lab coat, a destroyer of academic dreams, and possessed the emotional warmth of liquid nitrogen.
Adam went very still. "Ah. Right. The end of the experiment." It appears our data points align
As Adam's arms wrapped tightly around her waist, lifting her slightly off the ground, Olive realized that some truths couldn't be proven with a p-value or a lab test. Some truths could only be felt. And the truth was, their love hypothesis was the most successful experiment of her life.
But as the weeks ticked by, the data began to shift in unexpected ways. I was just too terrified to tell you
At first, Olive was terrified. Adam was massive, brooding, and spoke mostly in blunt, unyielding facts.