After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
This is a terrible way to wake up. I move Hardin off me and sit up, covering my naked body with the blanket. “I am getting off the phone now, Mother.”
“Don’t you dare hang—”
But I do hang up. And then put my phone on silent. I knew she would find out sooner or later; I was just hoping it would be later. “Well, she knows we’re back to doing . . . us. She heard you, and now she’s freaking out,” I say and hold my phone up to him to show the two calls from her in the past minute.
He curls around behind me. “You knew she would, so really it’s almost better that she found out this way.”
“Not really. I could have told her instead of her just hearing you in the background.”
He shrugs. “It’s the same thing. She would’ve been mad either way.”
“Still.” I’m slightly annoyed by his reaction. I know he doesn’t care for her, but she’s still my mother, and I didn’t want her to find out like this. “You could be a little nicer about the whole thing.”
He nods and says, “Sorry.”
I expected him to have a rude comeback, so that was a pleasant surprise.
Hardin smiles and pulls me back down to him. “Would you like me to make you some breakfast, Daisy?”
“Daisy?” I raise my eyebrow.
“It’s early, and I’m not at my best to quote literature, but you’re grumpy, so . . . I called you Daisy.”
“Daisy Buchanan wasn’t grumpy. And neither am I.” I harrumph, but can’t help smiling.
He laughs. “Yes, you are. And how do you know which Daisy I’m talking about?”
“There are only a few, and I know you well enough.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, and your attempt at insulting me failed miserably,” I tease.
“Yeah . . . Yeah . . . Mrs. Bennet,” he fires back.
“I assume that since you said Mrs., you are talking about the mother, not Elizabeth, which means you are trying to call me obnoxious. Then again, you have been off this morning, so maybe you’re saying I’m charming? I just don’t know with you anymore.” I smile.
“All right . . . all right . . . Christ.” He laughs. “A man makes one bad joke around here and he’s condemned.”
My earlier irritation dissolves as we continue our banter and climb out of bed. Hardin says to stay in pajamas, since we aren’t leaving the house. It’s a strange idea to me, though. If I were at my mother’s house, I would be expected to be dressed in my Sunday best.
“You could just wear that shirt.” He points to his T-shirt on the floor.
I smile and pick it up, pulling it over me and putting on sweatpants. I don’t remember hanging out with Noah in sweats, ever. I didn’t wear much makeup until recently, but I was always dressed nicely. I wonder what Noah would have thought if I’d shown up to spend time with him dressed like this. It’s funny, I always thought I was comfortable around Noah, thought I was myself around him because he knew me for so long, when in reality he doesn’t know me at all. He doesn’t know the real me, the me that Hardin has made me comfortable enough to show.