Ali Hazelwood

“I’m going to kill you,” he gritted out, little more than a growl. “If you say another word about the woman I love, if you look at her, if you even think about her—I’m going to fucking kill you.

First, just allow me to say: asgfgsfasdgfadg.

She exhaled slowly. The realization should have been rattling, but it had an oddly calming effect. “Yes,” she told him, thinking that this might very well turn out to be all right. She might never have what she wanted from Adam, but for now at least, he was in her life. That was going to have to be enough.

She sighed, slumping against the tiled wall. “It’s my contacts. They expired some time ago, and they were never that great to begin with. They messed up my eyes. I’ve taken them off, but . . .” She shrugged. Hopefully in his direction. “It takes a while, before they get better.”

“You put in expired contacts?” He sounded personally offended.

I . . . maybe. I must say, the line between excellent career choice and critical life screwup is getting a bit blurry.”

to know that Anh and Jeremy and pretty

Carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man.

have no idea if you’re good enough, he’d told her. What matters is whether your reason to be in academia is good enough.

“It will be fine, Olive.” His smile softened. “And if not, at least it will be over.

“It doesn’t matter. Whatever it is that you’re crying about, I will fix it. I will make it right. I—”