After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“Okay,” she repeats, and I head out of the door.
It takes every bit of self-discipline I possess to walk out of the bathroom, especially when I turn around and she’s pulling the T-shirt over her head to expose her creamy skin, which I haven’t laid eyes on in what seems like years.
I shut the door behind me and lean against the frame, closing my eyes to stop myself from crying again. Fuck.
At least she said she’d think about it. She seemed so apprehensive, though, like it pained her to think of being with me again. I open my eyes when Landon’s bedroom door opens, and he steps into the hall wearing a white polo and khakis.
“Hey,” he says to me as he slings his bag over his shoulder.
“Is she okay?” he asks.
“No, but I hope she will be.”
“Me, too. She’s stronger than she knows.”
“I know she is.” I use my shirt to wipe my eyes. “I love her.”
“I know you do,” he says, which surprises me.
I look up at him again. “How do I show her that? What would you do?” I ask him.
A pained look flashes in his eyes, but quickly disappears before he answers. “You just have to prove to her that you’ll change for her; you have to treat her the way she deserves to be treated and give her the space she needs.”
“It’s not that easy to give her space,” I tell him. I can’t believe I’m talking to Landon about this shit, again.
“You have to, though, or she’ll just fight back against you. Why don’t you try to show her in a nonsuffocating way that you’ll fight for her? That’s all she wants. She wants you to make an effort.”
“A ‘nonsuffocating’ effort?” I don’t suffocate her.
Okay, maybe I do, but I can’t help it, there is no lukewarm for me: I either push her away or hold her too close. I don’t know how to balance the two.
“Yeah,” he says, like I wasn’t being sarcastic.
But since I need his help, I shake the attitude off. “Could you explain what the hell you mean? Give me an example or something.”
“Well, you could ask her out on a date. Have you guys ever even been on an actual date?” he asks.
“Yeah, of course we have,” I say quickly.
Landon arches an eyebrow. “When?”
“Um . . . well, we went to . . . and there was this time we . . .” I’m drawing a blank here. “Okay, so maybe we haven’t,” I conclude.
Trevor would have taken her on dates. Has Zed? If he has, I swear to fucking . . .
“Okay, so ask her out. Not today, though, because that’s too soon for even you two.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I snap.
“Nothing, I’m just saying you need some space. Well, she does; otherwise you’re going to push her away even more than you already have.”
“How long should I wait?”
“A few days, at least. Try to act like the two of you just began dating, or you’re trying to get her to date you. Basically try to make her fall in love with you again.”