"It's delicious, Carlsen," she countered, sticking her tongue out at him. "Your drink tastes like burnt dirt and misery."
But as the night wore on, the weight of the lie became too heavy for Olive to bear. September 29th was only a week away. Soon, the experiment would be over. Adam would go back to being the untouchable professor, and she would go back to being just another student in the hallways.
This time, it wasn't a panic-induced collision. This time, it was a slow, deliberate, and deeply passionate declaration of the absolute truth. Soon, the experiment would be over
It was Anh’s meddling that had landed Olive in her current, utterly ridiculous predicament.
Adam went very still. "Ah. Right. The end of the experiment." This time, it was a slow, deliberate, and
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.
It was only after she pulled back, gasping, that she realized she had just non-consensually kissed Dr. Adam Carlsen. and espresso. Olive's brain
His proximity was overwhelming. He smelled like cedarwood, expensive soap, and espresso. Olive's brain, usually so sharp and analytical, turned to absolute mush.
