"The hypothesis was flawed from the very beginning," Adam said, his hand coming up to cup her jaw, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. "I didn't agree to fake date you to save my funding, Olive." Olive blinked, confused. "Then... why did you do it?"
Olive’s breath hitched. Time seemed to stand still. The ambient noise of the gala faded into nothingness, leaving only the sound of their synchronized breathing. "You... you love me?" she breathed. "The hypothesis was flawed from the very beginning,"
"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." why did you do it
Adam reached out, his large, warm hand covering hers on the computer mouse. A jolt of pure electricity shot up Olive's arm. and beloved dynamics of that book.
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