After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“No . . . I don’t know.” I shake the snow from my hair and push it back off my forehead.
“Ken . . . your dad and Karen are getting ready to leave.”
“And I give a shit . . . why?” I reply, and he chuckles.
“Your language never ceases to surprise me.”
I give him a grin. “What? You curse just as much as I do.”
“Exactly.” He puts his arm around my shoulders. And I surprise myself by letting him lead me back inside.
I can’t sleep. I’ve been waking up every thirty minutes to check my phone to see if Hardin’s tried to contact me. Of course there’s nothing. I check my alarm again. I have classes tomorrow, so Zed’s going to take me back to Landon’s early enough to get ready and get to school on time.
When I try to close my eyes again, my mind races, remembering the way the dream Hardin pleaded with me to come home. Hearing it, dream or not, still kills me. After tossing and turning on the small couch, I decide to do what I should have done at the beginning of the night.
When I push Zed’s bedroom door open, I immediately hear his light snoring. He’s shirtless and lying on his stomach, with his arms folded under his head.
I’m waging an internal war with myself as he stirs in his sleep. “Tessa?” He sits up. “Are you okay?” He sounds panicked.
“Yeah . . . I’m sorry for waking you up . . . I was just wondering if maybe I could sleep in here?” I ask timidly.
He looks at me for a second before saying, “Yeah, of course.” Shifting his body a little, he makes sure there is plenty of room for me to lie down.
I try to ignore the fact that his bed doesn’t have a sheet on it. He’s a college boy, after all; not everyone is as neat as I am. He slides a pillow across the mattress, and I lie down next to him, the distance between us being less than a foot.
“Do you want to talk about anything?” he asks.
Do I? I wonder. But I say, “No, not tonight. I can’t make out the mess that is inside of my head.”
“Is there anything I can do?” His voice is so soft in the darkness.
“Scoot closer?” I request, and he does just that.
I’m nervous as I turn on my side to face him. His hand moves up to my cheek, and he rubs his thumb back and forth. His touch is warm and gentle. “I’m glad you’re here with me, and not him,” Zed whispers.
“Me, too,” I respond, having no clue if I mean it or not.
Landon’s developed quite the attitude since the night he attempted to assault me. He threw a tantrum at the airport when he saw me standing at the baggage claim and realized I was here to pick him up instead of his mum. Karen had agreed to allow me to pick her son up, maybe because she didn’t want to go out after Vance’s party, or maybe because she pities me. I’m not sure either way, but I’m glad she did.