Love Lab | Mod

Ezra’s dark eyes met hers. They’d been lab partners for eighteen months. He brought her cold brew when she forgot to eat. She fixed his pipetting technique without making him feel stupid. They’d never once touched outside of glove barriers and accidental shoulder-brushes.

“I think,” he said slowly, “that you spent six months designing a molecule to prove what I already knew the first week you spilled coffee on my RNA-seq results.” love lab mod

Aris felt her face heat. Damn it. “That’s just the lab coat. It’s too warm.” Ezra’s dark eyes met hers