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After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)

“Did you sleep okay?” he asks me, and I nod.

Zed was incredible last night. He didn’t even blink when I asked to sleep on the couch. He listened to me talk about Hardin and how it had all gone wrong. He told me how he cares for Rebecca but now doesn’t know what to do because he’s always thought about me, even after meeting her. I felt guilty for the first hour while crying to him, but as the night went on, the tears turned to smiles, which shifted to laughs. My stomach literally hurt from laughing about stupid memories from our childhoods by the time we decided to go to bed.

It’s nearly two in the afternoon now, the latest I think I’ve ever slept, but that’s what happens when you stay up until seven in the morning.

“Yes; you?” I stand and fold the blanket he lent me. I vaguely remember him draping it over me while I drifted off to sleep.

“Same.” He grins and sits on the couch. His hair is wet, and his skin is glistening like he just got out of the shower.

“Where should I put this?” I ask him, referring to the blanket.

“Wherever; you didn’t have to fold it.” He laughs.

My mind goes to the closet in the apartment and how Hardin shoves random things in there just to drive me insane.

“Do you have anything going on today?” I ask him.

“I worked this morning, so no.”


“Yeah, from nine to noon.” He smiles. “I basically only went in to fix my truck.”

I forgot that Zed works as a mechanic. I don’t really know much about him at all. Except that he has pretty good stamina if he can sleep two hours and then work like that.

“Environmental studies prodigy by day, grease monkey by night?” I tease, and he chuckles.

“Something like that; what are your plans?”

“I don’t know. I need to get something to wear to my boss’s dinner party tomorrow.” For a moment I think about asking Zed to come along, but that would be wrong. I’d never do that; it would make everyone uncomfortable, including myself.

Zed and I had come to an agreement that we weren’t going to push anything. We’re just going to spend time together and see where it goes. He isn’t going to push me to move on from Hardin; we both know that I need more time before I can consider dating anyone. I have too much to figure out—like finding somewhere to live, for starters.

“I can come along if you want? Or maybe we could see a movie later?” he asks nervously.

“Yeah, either one is fine.” I smile and check my phone.

No missed calls. No text messages. No voicemails.

Zed and I end up ordering pizza and hanging out for the majority of the day until I finally leave to go back to Landon’s to take a shower. On my way back I stop by the mall right before it closes and happen upon the perfect red dress with a square neckline; it rests just above my knees. It’s not too conservative but not too revealing either.