After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
Actually, I’m really surprised she’s agreeing to come with me so easily . . . but she does know me better than anyone else, so she was right when she said I wouldn’t leave until she came with me.
“Don’t apologize. Be careful, and if you need anything, don’t hesitate for a moment to call me,” he says to her.
It must suck to be a little bitch and not be able to do shit about me showing up at his apartment in the middle of the night and taking Tessa with me.
Tessa doesn’t speak a word as she walks out of his bedroom and stalks to the bathroom across the hall.
“Don’t come near her again. I’ve already warned you before, and you haven’t gotten the hint yet,” I say when I reach the bedroom door.
Zed glowers at me, and if it weren’t for Tessa calling my name from the living room, I would have snapped his neck.
“If you hurt her, I swear to God I will make it the last time!” he says loud enough for her to hear as we walk through the door and out into the snow.
High heels and his fucking boxers. It’s a ridiculous pairing, but I assume she doesn’t have other shoes, which may be a sign that she didn’t plan on staying the night. But, still, she did, and I’m fucking disgusted that she was in his bed. I can’t stand to look at her in those clothes. This is the first time that I don’t want to look at her. Her red dress is in her arms and I know she’s freezing.
I tried to give her my coat, but she just snapped at me to shut up and take her to my father’s place. I don’t even mind her anger toward me; in fact, I welcome it. I’m so relieved and so damn happy that she left with me at all. She could curse me out the entire drive and I’d enjoy every word falling from her full lips.
I’m angry, too, angry at her for running to Zed. Angry at myself for trying to push her away. “I have so much to tell you,” I say as we pull onto my father’s street.
With an icy glare she holds her ground, though. “I don’t want to hear it. You had your chance to talk to me for the past eleven days.”
“Just hear me out, okay?” I beg.
“Why now?” she asks and looks out the window.
“Because . . . because I miss you,” I admit.
“You miss me? You mean you’re jealous that I was with Zed. You didn’t miss me until he picked me up tonight. You are fueled by jealousy, not love.”
“That’s not true, that doesn’t have anything to do with it.” Okay, it does have a lot to do with it, but I do miss her, regardless.
“You didn’t talk to me all evening, then you came outside and told me you were too busy to talk to me. That’s not what you do when you miss someone,” she points out.