The Love Hypothesis is the name of the book by Ali Hazelwood. The story is about a fake relationship between scientists meets the irresistible force of attraction which throws one woman’s carefully calculated theories on love into chaos. It consists of a total of 22 chapters and an epilogue. One of the most interesting chapters of the book is Chapter 16 called Adam.
For those who are wondering about The Love Hypothesis Chapter 16 Adams, in short, it is about the main characters who are Olive Smith and Dr. Adam Carlson having a sex. The Love Hypothesis Chapter 16 Adams POV can be found below:
There is a brief moment, just a handful of seconds after Olive’s mouth first presses against his own, in which Adam considers coming clean to her.
It’s a shit idea. One of his worst to date, even after truly outdoing himself in the last month. He was the one to propose this farce to Olive, as though anything good could ever come of pretending to be in a relationship with the only woman he’s looked at twice in the past decade. And he was the one to offer that she room with him, even though there are about thirty people in Boston who could put him up for the night.
He should have reached out to grad school friends. Jack’s in Pasadena now, but George still lives here. So do Annika and Riley. Tom, of course, though he’d probably ask why Adam’s not staying with Olive and make a few more jabs about how “whipped” he is. He’d have to make excuses, come up with a few lies, which… annoying. Tom can be annoying. People are annoying.
But at least Adam wouldn’t be right here, Olive’s hand soft on his face, her lips moving clumsily against his own, hesitant, delicate, a little fumbling in a way that tells him she hasn’t done this in a while, and….
Adam’s cock is hard as a rock. He’s thirty-four years old. He’s fully clothed, barely touching a woman who’s fully clothed herself, and yet this kiss is without a doubt the most profoundly erotic experience of his life.
This must be it, the thing that’s fucking with his head. The reason he’s considering telling her everything. But Olive’s lips are cool, her damp hair tickles his face, and her skin smells sweet, edible, glowing. Like the shower she took a handful of feet from him, the one he sternly ordered himself not to think about. He managed to, at least until he realized that she hadn’t locked herself inside the bathroom. That’s when he forgot to breathe, only cheap plywood and opportunity between them, and Olive trusted him to stay put.
Not that he would ever do anything else. But Adam has it even worse than he thought, if the idea of this girl trusting him with basic human decency has more of an effect on him than full-blown pornography.
“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Holden asked last week, noticing that Adam’s eyes kept straying to his phone rather than the game on TV. And Adam rolled his eyes, looked back to the screen, and answered, “I just want her to be safe. And happy. And to have what she needs.” Holden didn’t say anything, just nodded and smiled knowingly, and that was the closest Adam had come to punching him since grad school.
So, what if Adam went ahead and did it? What if he told Olive the truth?
Pretty fucking tragic twist of fate, but you don’t seem to remember that we first met years ago. An issue, since I remember a little too well. I like no one, absolutely no one, but I liked you from the start. I liked you when I didn’t know you, and now that I do know you it’s only gotten worse. Sometimes, often, always, I think about you before falling asleep. Then I dream of you, and when I wake up my head’s still there, stuck on something funny, beautiful, filthy, intelligent that’s all about you. It’s been going on for a while, longer than you think, longer than you can imagine, and I should have told you, but I have this impression, this certainty that you’re half a second from running away, that I should give you enough reasons to stay. Is there anything I can do for you? I’ll take you grocery shopping and fill your fridge when we’re back home. Buy you a new bike and a case of decent reagent and that sludge you drink. Kill the people who made you cry. Is there something you need? Name it. It’s yours. If I have it, it’s yours.
There is no scenario in which any of this won’t send her screaming. And after the last few days, weeks, years, all Olive needs is to have a little quiet. A safe place. A place to run to, not from. So Adam makes his decision: he tucks the truth away one more time, and when she pulls back, a faint smile on her lips and a hopeful look in her eyes, he shakes his head.
“Olive, this is … no.”
“Why?” “There is a frown between her brows. That Adam put there himself, because he is fucking bad for her.
“This is not what we’re here for.”
Her nostrils flare. “That doesn’t mean that—“
“You’re upset. And drunk.”
She rolls her eyes, impatient, and his hands itch to pull her closer. Kiss her again. Kiss her in every fucking place. She’s a brat. An incessant, outrageous smartass, and he has to clench his fist to avoid reaching for her.
“I had two beers. Hours ago,” she says irritably, and Adam feels himself grow just as irritated. He’s in no condition to fight her on this. Not when he’s already busy fighting himself.
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