After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
I can’t help but laugh with him.
After we stop, he admits, “I feel like we shouldn’t be laughing after all the stuff that happened today.”
“Maybe that’s why we should be laughing.” This is what we do: we fight, then make up.
“Our relationship is sort of fucked up.” He smiles.
“Yeah . . . just a little.” It has definitely been a roller coaster.
“Not anymore, though, okay? I promise.”
“Okay.” I lean over and give him a quick kiss on the lips.
It isn’t enough, though. It never is. I bring my lips back to his, and this time I let them linger. Both of our lips part at the same time, and he slips his tongue inside my mouth. My hands fist his hair, and he pulls me on top of him as his tongue massages mine. No matter how messed up our relationship has been, there is no denying our all-consuming passion. I start to move my hips, grinding down onto him, and I feel him smile against my lips.
“I think that’s enough for now,” he says.
Nodding, I shift and lay my head on his chest, reveling in the feeling of his arms wrapping around my back. “I hope tomorrow goes well,” I say after a few minutes of silence.
He doesn’t respond. And when I lift up my head, his eyes are closed and his lips are slightly parted in sleep. He must’ve been exhausted. Then again, so am I.
I climb off of him and check the time. It’s past eleven. I pull his jeans off him, gently so not to wake him, then snuggle up next to him. Tomorrow is Christmas, and I can only pray that it goes much better than today.
Hardin.” Tessa’s voice is soft. I groan and pull my arm from under her weight.
I grab the pillow and cover my face with it. “Not getting up yet.”
“We slept late and we have to get ready.” She snatches the pillow from me and tosses it onto the floor.
“Stay in bed with me. Let’s cancel.” I reach for her arm, and she rolls onto her side, molding her body to mine.
“We can’t cancel Christmas.” She laughs as she speaks and presses her lips against my neck. I rock into her, pushing my hips against hers, and she playfully pulls away. “Oh no you don’t.” Her hands push at my chest to keep me from rolling on top of her.
She climbs out of bed, leaving me alone. I have half a mind to follow her into the bathroom—not to do anything to her, just to be near her. Yet the bed is too warm, so I decide against it. I’m still reeling from the fact that she’s still here. Her forgiveness and acceptance of me will never fail to surprise the fuck out of me.
Having her here for Christmas will be different, too. I’ve never really given a shit about holidays like this, but watching Tessa’s face light up over some stupid tree with overpriced ornaments makes the whole thing a little more tolerable. My mum being here isn’t too bad, either. Tessa seems to adore her, and my mum is almost as obsessed with my girl as I am.