This time, it wasn't a panic-induced collision. This time, it was a slow, deliberate, and deeply passionate declaration of the absolute truth.
The hypothesis had been thoroughly disproven. She was no longer faking. She was wildly, desperately, and hopelessly in love with her fake boyfriend.
"Okay..." Olive had whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs.
To her absolute shock, the corner of his mouth twitched. It wasn't a full smile—Adam Carlsen didn't do full smiles—but it was a distinct, undeniable softening of his features.
Instead, after a few seconds of utter, paralyzing shock, Adam had looked down at her, adjusted his glasses, and asked a single, baffling question: "Why?"
At first, Olive was terrified. Adam was massive, brooding, and spoke mostly in blunt, unyielding facts.
