"Fiercely," Adam replied, his voice thick with emotion. "With every fiber of my being. Always."
It was Anh’s meddling that had landed Olive in her current, utterly ridiculous predicament.
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. "Fiercely," Adam replied, his voice thick with emotion
"It's delicious, Carlsen," she countered, sticking her tongue out at him. "Your drink tastes like burnt dirt and misery."
The rules of the experiment were simple. They would meet once a week at the campus coffee shop at a highly visible time. They would engage in light, public banter. They would attend the upcoming department gala together. And on September 29th, they would conclude the study and go their separate ways. Olive’s breath hitched
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"It is significant," he said softly, his breath stirring the loose strands of hair by her ear. "Your work is brilliant, Olive. You don't give yourself enough credit." "It is significant
"Are you okay?" Adam asked, searching her eyes. "You've been quiet for the last hour."