After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“That was terrible, amazing but terribly sad,” I sob.
“Blame my mum. I requested a comedy, yet somehow we ended up with The Green Mile. I warned you.” He moves his arm to my shoulder, pulling me closer and placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “We can turn on Friends when we get to the room to get your mind off of him dy—”
“Hardin! Don’t remind me!” I groan.
But he just chuckles before standing up off of the couch and pulling me by the arm to join him. When we get to the room, Hardin switches on the lamp and then the television.
When he goes over and locks the door, then turns to me with those bright green eyes and evil dimples, my insides quiver.
I’m going to change,” Tessa tells me and disappears into the closet, tissue still in hand.
Her eyes are red from her breakdown during the movie. I knew it would upset her, though I have to admit that I was looking forward to her reaction. Not because I want her to be upset, but because I love how emotionally invested she becomes in things. She opens herself so fully to these fictional forces, whether in a movie or a novel, that she allows them to completely pull her in. It’s captivating to watch.
She emerges from the closet in only shorts and her white lace bra.
Holy shit. I don’t even try to be subtle with my staring.
“Do you think you could wear . . . you know, my shirt?” I ask her. I’m not sure how she’ll feel about that, but I miss seeing her wearing my shirts to bed.
“I would love to.” She smiles and pulls my used shirt off the top of the clothes hamper.
“Good,” I state, trying not to seem too excited. But I watch the way her breasts spill out of the top of the lace as she lifts her arms.
Stop staring. Slow, she wants to go slow. I can go slow . . . slowly . . . in and out of her. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me? Just when I consider looking away, she reaches under the shirt and pulls her bra through one sleeve . . . Christ.
“Something wrong?” she asks and climbs onto the bed.
“No.” I gulp and watch in awe as she pulls her hair out of the ponytail it was in. As it falls onto her shoulders in beautiful blond waves, she shakes her head slowly. She has got to be doing this on purpose.
“Okay . . .” she says and lies on top of the duvet. I wish she would get under it so she wouldn’t look so . . . exposed.
She gives me a quizzical look. “Are you coming to bed?”
I hadn’t realized that I was still standing by the door. “Yeah . . .”
“I know this is a little strange right now, you know, getting used to being together again, but you don’t have to be so . . . distant,” she says nervously.