After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“Okay! Now for the forward fold,” our instructor calls, and I bend down, folding my body.
“It’s really like she wants me to fuck you right in front of everyone,” he says, and I snap my head up to make sure no one heard him.
“Shhh . . .” I plead and hear him chuckle.
“Move your mat or I’ll say everything that I’m thinking right now,” he threatens, and I quickly stand up and move my mat back to its previous spot next to him.
“Thought so.” He smirks.
“You can tell me those things later,” I whisper, and he tilts his head to the side.
“Trust me, I will,” Hardin promises and my stomach flutters.
He doesn’t participate in much of the remainder of class, and the blonde ends up changing her spot halfway through, probably because Hardin won’t stop talking.
“We’re supposed to be meditating,” I whisper back to him and close my eyes. The room is silent except for Hardin’s quiet whispers.
“This is so fucking lame,” he complains.
“You’re the one who signed up for yoga.”
“I didn’t know how lame it was. I’m literally about to fall asleep right here.”
“I can’t. You had to go and get me all worked up, and now I’m stuck sitting cross-legged, meditating, with a hard-on in a room full of people.”
“Hardin!” I hiss, louder than intended.
“Shhh . . .” Multiple voices attempt to silence me.
Hardin laughs, and I stick my tongue out at him, earning a dirty look from the girl to my right. Hardin and me taking yoga together is not going to work; I’m going to get kicked out or fail.
“We’re dropping this class,” he says when the meditation is over.
“You are, I’m not. I need a PE credit,” I inform him.
“Great first day, everyone! I look forward to seeing you later this week. Namaste,” Marla says, dismissing us.
I roll my mat up, but Hardin doesn’t bother; he just shoves his onto the shelf.
The girl who gave me her extra lock is nowhere to be found when I return to the locker room, so I just put the lock back on the handle, and if she doesn’t claim it back tomorrow, then I’ll continue to use it and pay her or something.
When I finish collecting my things, I meet Hardin back in the hall. He’s leaning against the wall with one foot perched on the wall behind him. “If you’d taken any longer, I’d have barged in there,” he threatens.
“You should have. You wouldn’t have been the only guy in there,” I lie and watch as his features change. I turn away from him, taking a few steps before he grabs my arm and spins me back around to face him.
“What did you just say?” he demands, eyes half closed and primal.
“Teasing.” I smirk, and with a huff he lets go of my arm.
“I think you’ve done enough of that today.”
“Maybe.” I smile.