After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
She walks toward the house, and I follow her up the driveway, waiting for her to remember that she left her purse in my father’s car. Which is here, but locked.
After looking at the door for a moment, she says, mostly to herself, I assume, “I’ll have to call Landon. I don’t have a key.”
“You can come home,” I suggest.
“You know that’s not a good idea.”
“Why not? We just need to figure this all out.” I pull at my hair with one hand. “Together,” I clarify.
“Together?” Tessa repeats, half laughing.
“Yes, together. I’ve missed you so much. I’ve been through hell without you . . . and I hope you’ve missed me, too.”
“You should have reached out to me. I’m exhausted by this, we do this too much.”
“We can do it, though. You’re too good for me, and I fucking know it. But please, Tessa, I’ll do anything. I can’t go through another day like this.”
My heart aches as the words leave his mouth. He’s too good at this. “You always do this. You say the same things over and over, yet nothing changes,” I say.
“You’re right,” he admits, looking directly into my eyes. “It’s true. Yeah, I’ll admit the first few days I was just so mad, and I didn’t want to be anywhere near you because you were overreacting—but then, as I began to realize this could be it, it terrified me. I know I haven’t treated you the way I should have, I don’t know how to love anyone other than myself, Tess. I’m trying as hard as I can—okay, I haven’t been trying as hard I could. But I will from now on—I swear it.”
I look at him. I’ve heard those words too many times. “You know you’ve said that before.”
“I know, but this time I mean it. After I saw Natalie, I—”
Natalie? My stomach drops. “You saw her?”
Does she still love him? Or hate him? Has he truly ruined her entire life?
“Yeah, I saw her and I spoke to her. She’s pregnant.”
“I haven’t seen her in years, Tessa,” he says sarcastically, reading my mind. “She’s also engaged, and she’s happy, and she told me that she forgives me and was saying how she’s happy to be getting married because there’s no greater honor or some shit, but it was really eye-opening for me.” He steps toward me again.
My legs and arms are numb from the cold air, and I’m furious at Hardin, more than furious. I’m enraged and heartbroken. He keeps going back and forth, and it’s exhausting. Now he’s here in front of me talking about marriage, and I don’t know what to think.
I shouldn’t have even left with him. My mind was made up earlier: I would get over him if it was the last thing I did.
“What are you saying?” I ask.
“That now I realize how lucky I am to have you, to have you stick by me through all the shit I put you through.”