After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
He shakes his head. “You clearly enjoy tormenting me.”
“The yoga relaxed me and cleansed my aura.” I laugh.
“Not mine,” he reminds me as we walk outside.
The first day of the new semester went very well, even yoga, which ended up being amusing. Amusing is not my usual preference when it comes to academics, but having Hardin there was nice. My Religion class may be a problem because of the lack of structure, but I’m just going to try to go with the flow so I don’t drive myself insane.
“I have some work to do for a few hours, but I’ll be finished by dinnertime,” Hardin tells me. He’s been working a lot lately. “That hockey game is tomorrow, right?” he asks.
“Yes; you’re still going, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know . . .”
“I need to know because if you flake then I’m going to go with him,” I respond.
Landon would probably much rather I go with him, but the two of them could use some bonding time together. I know they’ll never be friends really, but it would help tremendously if they got along better.
“Fine, fuck. I’ll go . . .” He sighs and climbs into the car.
“Thank you.” I smile and he rolls his eyes.
A half hour later, we pull into his usual spot in the parking lot of our apartment.
“How are your classes?” I ask him. “Hate them all except yoga?” I try to lighten up the mood.
“Yes, except yoga. Yoga was certainly . . . interesting.” He turns to look at me.
“Really? How so?” I chew on my bottom lip in an attempt to appear innocent.
“I think it has something to do with a blonde.” He smirks and I tense.
“You didn’t see the hot blonde next to me? You’re really missing out, babe. You should see the way her ass looks in those yoga pants.”
I scowl and open the car door.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“Inside. It’s cold in this car.”
“Aw . . . Tess, are you jealous of the girl in yoga?” Hardin teases.
“Yes, you are,” he challenges me, and I roll my eyes while I climb out of the car. I’m a little surprised when I hear his boots clomping on the concrete behind me. Pulling the heavy glass door open, I go inside and am at the elevator before I remember that I forgot my bag in the car.
“You’re an idiot.” He chuckles.
“Excuse me?” I look up at him.
“You think I’d be looking at some random blonde when you’re there . . . when I can look at you? Especially in these pants, I am not looking and literally cannot look at anyone else. I was referring to you.” He takes a long stride toward me, and I step back against the cold lobby wall.
I practically pout. “Well, I saw her trying to flirt with you.” I don’t like the way jealousy feels; it is the most obnoxious emotion possible.
“You silly girl.” He takes one more step to bring his body to mine and then leads us into the elevator. Cupping my cheek, he forces me to make eye contact. “How can you not comprehend what you do to me?” he asks, inches away from my mouth.