After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
I cut him off by grabbing the collar of his jacket and bringing my lips to his.
Zed’s hand immediately moves to my cheek, causing the skin on the back of my neck to rise, and he pulls my arm to bring me to him. I hit my knee on the steering wheel as I climb across and mentally curse at myself for nearly ruining the moment, but he doesn’t seem to notice and wraps his arms around my back, bringing me flush against his chest. My arms latch around his neck, and our mouths move in sync.
His mouth is foreign to me; it’s not like Hardin’s. His tongue doesn’t move the same, it doesn’t trace mine, and he doesn’t trap my bottom lip between his teeth.
Stop it, Tessa. You need this, you need to stop thinking about Hardin. He’s surely in bed with some random girl, Molly even. Oh God, if he’s with Molly . . .
You could have been happy all the time, not just sometimes, Zed just said.
I know he’s right—I would have been much better off with him. I deserve this. I deserve to be happy. I’ve suffered enough and dealt with enough of Hardin’s bullshit, and he hasn’t even tried to talk to me about it. Only a weak person would run back to someone who has trampled on them repeatedly. I can’t be that weak, I have to be strong and move on. Or try at least.
I feel better right now, in this moment, than I’ve felt in the last nine days. Nine days doesn’t sound like a long time until you spend it counting every single second of misery waiting for something that doesn’t come. With Zed’s arms around me, I can finally breathe. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Zed has always been so kind to me and he’s always been there. I wish he had been the one I fell for instead of Hardin.
“God, Tessa . . .” Zed moans and I tug at his hair.
I kiss him harder.
“Wait . . .” he says into my mouth, and I pull away slowly. “What is this?” He looks into my eyes.
“I . . . I don’t know?” My voice is shaky and I’m out of breath.
“Me, either . . .”
“I’m sorry . . . I’m just emotional, and I’ve been going through a lot, and what you said to me just now made me . . . I don’t know, I shouldn’t have done that.” I look away from him and climb off of his lap, getting back into the driver’s seat.
“It’s nothing to be sorry for . . . I just don’t want to get the wrong idea, you know? I just want to know what this means to you,” he tells me.
What does this mean to me? “I don’t think I can answer that, not yet. I—”
“Thought so,” he says, his voice slightly angry.
“I just don’t know . . .”
“It’s fine, I get it. You still love him.”
“It’s only been nine days, Zed, I can’t help it.” I keep managing to make new messes, each one bigger than the last.