After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“I didn’t go anywhere,” I reply.
He pulls me closer. “Yes, you did. When you kissed that guy, I lost you momentarily; that was enough for me. I couldn’t stand it, not even for a second.”
“You didn’t lose me, Hardin. I made a mistake.”
“Please . . .” he begins to say, but corrects himself: “Don’t do it again. I mean it.”
“I won’t,” I assure him.
“You brought Zed here.”
“Only because you left me at that party and I needed a ride home,” I remind him. We haven’t looked at each other so far during this conversation, and I want to keep it that way. I am fearless . . . well, slightly fearless without those green eyes piercing mine.
“You should have called,” he says.
I continue staring beyond him. “You have my phone, and I waited outside. I thought you were coming back,” I say.
He lifts me gently from his chest and holds me back slightly so he can look at me. He looks so tired. I know that I do, too. “I may have handled my anger poorly, but I didn’t know what else to do.” The intensity of his gaze causes me to move my eyes from his and stare at the floor.
“Do you care for him?” Hardin’s voice is shaky when he lifts my chin to look at him.
What? He can’t be serious. “Hardin . . .”
“Not the way you’re assuming.”
“What does that mean?” Hardin is growing anxious, or angry, I can’t tell. Maybe both.
“I care for him in a way, a friendly way.”
“Nothing more?” Hardin’s tone is pleading, begging me to assure him that I only care for him.
I cup his face with my hands. “Nothing more—I love you. Only you, and I know I did something very stupid, but that was only out of anger, and alcohol. It has nothing to do with me having feelings for anyone else.”
“Why did you have him—of all people—bring you home?”
“He was the only one who offered.” Then I ask a question I instantly regret: “Why are you so hard on him?”
“Hard on him?” he scoffs. “You’re not serious.”
“You were very cruel to humiliate him in front of me.”
Hardin takes a step sideways so we’re no longer standing face-to-face. I turn to stand in front of him, and he runs his fingers through his messy hair. “He should have known better than to come here with you.”
“You promised to keep your temper at bay.” I’m trying not to push him. I want to make up, not dive deeper into this argument.
“I have been. Until you cheated on me and left that party with Zed. I could’ve beat the shit out of Zed last night, and hell, I could still leave right now and do it,” he says, raising his voice again.
“I know you could have, I’m glad you didn’t.”
“I’m not, but I’m glad you are.”
“I don’t want you to drink again. You’re not the same person when you do.” I can feel the tears coming, and I try to swallow them down.