After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
Hardin looks past me toward the window. “I can call him today, I guess.”
“Do you think that we could go to their house? I really want to give them their gifts.”
Blinking back to me, he says, “We could just tell them to open them while you’re on the phone. That’s basically the same, only you won’t have to see their fake smiles at your terrible presents.”
“Hardin!” I whine.
He chuckles and lays his head on my chest. “I’m teasing; you give the best gifts. That key chain with the wrong sports team was killer.” He laughs.
“Go back to bed.” I swat at his messy hair.
“What did you need from the store?” he asks as he lies back down.
I forgot that I had mentioned that. “Nothing.”
“No, no, you said you needed to go to the store. What was it, plugs or something?”
“You know to . . . plug yourself.”
What? “I don’t get it . . .”
I blush. My whole body blushes, I’m sure. “Oh . . . no.”
“Do you even have a period?”
“Oh my God, Hardin, stop talking about it.”
“What? You’re embarrassed to talk about your men-stru-ation with me?” When he lifts up his face to look at me, a huge grin is plastered across it.
“I’m not embarrassed. It’s just inappropriate,” I defend, highly embarrassed.
He smiles. “We’ve done quiet a few inappropriate things, Theresa.”
“Don’t call me Theresa—and stop talking about it!” I groan and cover my face with my hands.
“Are you bleeding now?” I feel his hand travel down my stomach.
“No . . .” I lie.
I have gotten away from exactly this situation before because we’re always so on and off and it just never happened. Now that we’re going to be around each other more steadily, I knew this would happen—I just was avoiding it.
“So you wouldn’t mind if I . . .” His hand slips into the top of my panties.
“Hardin!” I squeal and smack his hand away.
He chuckles. “Admit it, then; say, ‘Hardin, I’m on my period.’ ”
“No, I am not saying that.” I know my face is a deep red by now.
“Come on, it’s just a little blood.”
“Bloody amazing.” He smiles, obviously proud of his ridiculous joke.
“You need to lighten up . . . learn to go with the flow.” He laughs harder.
“Oh my God! Okay, if I say it, will you stop with the menstrual jokes?”
“I’m not making jokes. Period.”
His laugh is contagious, and it feels great to be lying in bed laughing with Hardin, despite the subject of conversation. “Hardin, I’m on my period. I just started right before you got home. There, are you happy?”
“Why are you embarrassed by it?”
“I’m not—I just don’t think it’s something that women should discuss.”
“It’s not a big deal, I don’t mind a little blood.” He presses himself against me.
I scrunch my nose. “You’re gross.”
“I’ve been called worse.” He smiles.
“You’re in a good mood today,” I point out.