Behind them, Culture Plate 47-B glowed on—unnoticed, unnecessary, and entirely beside the point.
Ezra reached out—bare hand, no glove—and hovered his palm over the culture plate. Not touching the yeast, just close enough to warm the agar. love lab mod
“If it does, then the molecule works. That doesn’t mean anything about how I feel.” Culture Plate 47-B glowed on—unnoticed
“I know.” Ezra’s fingers brushed hers—finally, finally skin to skin. “But for the record, I think your science is brilliant. And I think you’re beautiful. And if you want to go get terrible cafeteria coffee and tell me about page ninety-three, I’d really like that.” love lab mod
“I don’t need the mod,” she said quietly. “I never did.”