After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
I know it’s stupid, but I can’t help but revel in her touch, the way her hands feel against me. I haven’t felt her touch in so long.
“Both of you stop, please! Hardin, you have to go.”
“I’m not leaving, Tessa. You’re too naïve, he could give a shit about you!” I yell in her face.
She doesn’t even blink. “And you do? You were ‘too busy’ to call me for eleven days! He was there when you weren’t, and if . . .” she shouts, and continues shouting something at me, but right then I notice her clothing.
Is she? She isn’t . . .
I take a step back to find out for sure. “Are those . . . what the hell are you wearing?” I stammer and begin to pace back and forth.
She looks down, seeming to have forgotten her attire.
“Are those his fucking clothes?!” I nearly scream. My voice cracks and I tug at my hair.
“Hardin . . .” She tries to speak.
“Indeed they are,” Zed answers for her.
If she’s wearing his clothes . . . “Did you fuck him?” I croak, tears threatening to spill at any given moment.
Her eyes go wide. “No! Of course not!”
“Tell me the truth right fucking now, Tessa! Did you fuck him?”
“I already answered you!” she shouts back.
Zed stands back and watches with a worried look on his bruised face. I should have done more damage.
“Did you touch him? Oh my fucking God! Did he touch you?” I’m frantic and I don’t give a shit. I can’t handle this; if he touched her I couldn’t stand it, I wouldn’t be able to.
I turn to Zed before either of them can answer. “If you touched her at all, I swear to fucking God I don’t give a shit if she’s here or not, I’ll—”
She steps between us again, and I see fear in her eyes.
“Get out of my apartment now or I’m calling the police,” Zed threatens me.
“The police? You think I give a flying—”
“I’ll go.” Tessa’s voice is soft in the middle of the chaos.
“What?” Zed and I say in unison.
“I’ll go with you, Hardin, only because I know you won’t leave unless I do.”
And I feel relief. Well, a little. I don’t give a fuck why she’s coming, only that she is.
Zed turns to her, almost pleading. “Tessa, you don’t have to go; I can call the cops. You don’t have to leave with him. This is what he does, he controls you by frightening you and everyone around you.”
“You’re not wrong . . .” She sighs. “But I’m exhausted, and it’s five in the morning, and we do have stuff to talk about, so this is the easiest way.”
“It doesn’t have to—”
“She’s coming with me,” I tell him, and Tessa shoots me a glare that would surely kill me dead if it could.
“Zed, let me just call you tomorrow. I’m so sorry that he came here,” she tells him softly, and at last he nods, finally understanding that I’ve won. He’s fucking sulking, and she better not fall for it.