After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“I get it. It’s okay,” Zed says, and he tries his best to smile but fails miserably.
“I’m sorry . . .” I say, and mean it more than he could ever know.
He climbs out of the car and shuts the door behind him, and I’m left alone, again.
“Fuck!” I scream and hit my hands against the steering wheel, reminding me of Hardin once again.
I wake up soaked in my own sweat again. I had forgotten how miserable it was to wake up this way nearly every night. I had thought the sleepless nights were a thing of the past, but now the past is haunting me yet again.
I glance at the clock: it’s six in the morning. I need sleep, real sleep. Uninterrupted sleep. I need her, I need Tess. Maybe if I close my eyes and pretend that she’s here, I’ll be able to go back to sleep . . .
I close my eyes and try to imagine her head on my chest as I lie on my back. I try to remember the way her hair always smells like vanilla, the way she breathes heavily in her sleep. For a moment I feel her, feel her warm skin against my bare chest . . . I’m officially going fucking crazy.
Tomorrow will be better, it has to be. I’ve been thinking that for the last . . . ten days now. If I could just see her one more time, it wouldn’t be so bad. Just once. If I saw her smile one more time, I could live with myself for letting her go. Will she be at Christian’s party tomorrow? Seems pretty likely . . .
I stare at the ceiling and try to imagine what she’d be wearing if she was to go. Would she wear the white dress that she knows I love so much? Will her hair be curled and tucked behind her ear or will she pull it back? Will she wear makeup even though she doesn’t need to?
I sit up and get out of bed. There is no way I can go back to sleep. When I get downstairs, Mike is sitting at the kitchen table, reading the paper.
“Good morning, Hardin,” he says to me.
“Hey,” I mumble back and pour myself a cup of coffee.
“Your mum is still asleep.”
“You don’t say . . .” I roll my eyes.
“Your mum is really happy to have you here.”
“Yeah, sure. I’ve been a dick the entire time.”
“Yeah, that’s true. But she was glad to have you open up to her. She’s always been so worried about you . . . until she met Tessa. Then she wasn’t so worried anymore.”
“Well, guess she’ll have to be worried again.” I sigh. Why is he trying to have a fucking heart-to-heart with me at six in the fucking morning?
“I wanted to bring something to your attention,” he says and turns to me.
“Okay . . . ?” I eye him.
“Hardin, I love your mum and I intend to marry her.”