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After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)

She stands, taking a sip from her drink. “Let’s go find Steph.”

“You okay with her now?” I ask as I follow her. I don’t know how I feel about that. Good? I suppose . . .

“I think so. There they are!” She points to Tristan and Steph sitting on the couch.

As we walk into the living room, a small cluster of guys sitting on the floor turns to look at Tessa. She’s oblivious to their lustful stares, but I’m not. I shoot them a warning glare, and almost all of them turn away except a blond who slightly resembles Noah. He continues to stare as we walk by; I debate whether kicking him in the face would be a good idea or not. But I choose to take Tessa’s hand in mine instead, for now at least.

Her head snaps back to look down at our joined hands, and her eyes are wide. Why is she so surprised? I mean, yeah, hand-holding isn’t something I feel comfortable doing usually, but I do it on occasion . . . don’t I?

“There you two are!” Steph calls as we approach.

Molly is sitting on the floor next to a guy I recognize. I’m pretty sure he’s a junior and his father owns some land in Vancouver, making him a trust-fund brat. The two of them look fucking stupid together, but I’m just glad she’s leaving me alone for now. She is so damn annoying, and Tessa hates her.

“We were outside,” I tell her.

“I’m bored,” Nate says, stirring his finger through his beer.

I sit down at the end of the couch and pull Tessa onto my lap. Eyes dart to us, but I don’t give a shit. I dare someone to say something about it. Within seconds, they all look away, except Steph, who stares a little too long before smiling. I don’t return it, but I don’t flip her off either, which is progress, right?

“We should play Truth or Dare,” a voice suggests, and it takes a second to realize who the voice came from.

What the hell? I lean my head up to look at Tessa, who is still seated on my lap.

“Sure, like you want to play,” Molly mocks her.

“Why would you suggest that? You hate those games,” I say quietly.

She smirks. “I don’t know, I think it could be fun tonight.”

I follow her eyes to Molly, and I don’t even want to know what is stirring in that pretty head of Tessa’s.

 

chapter fifty-nine

HARDIN

Right as I whisper to Tessa, “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” she turns around in my lap and puts her index finger over my lips to silence me.

Molly pipes up with a sly smile, “What’s wrong, Hardin, afraid of a little dare . . . or is it the truth that you fear?”

What a fucking cunt. I’m about to reply, but I’m taken aback when Tessa growls, “You’re the one that should be afraid.”