After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
Minutes later she climbs out and her hands comb through her long hair before she pulls a purple beanie down over her head. When she joins me on the other side of the car, she looks . . . cute. She always looks beautiful and sexy, but something about the giant sweatshirt, hat, and gloves makes her look even more innocent than usual.
“Here, you forgot your gloves,” she says, handing them to me.
“Good thing. I wouldn’t have made it without them,” I mock, and she nudges me with her elbow. She’s so goddamned cute.
There are so many things I want to say to her, but I don’t want to say something wrong and ruin the night.
“You know, if you wanted to wear such a large sweater, you could’ve worn one of mine and saved yourself twenty bucks,” I say, and she grabs my hand but lets go quickly.
“Sorry,” she mutters, and her cheeks flush.
I want to grab her hand again, but I’m distracted by a short woman greeting us. “What size skates?” the lady asks in a deep voice.
I look down at Tessa, and she answers for both of us. The woman returns with two pairs of ice skates, and I cringe. There is no way in hell this is going to go well.
I follow Tess to a bench nearby and remove my shoes. She has both of her ice skates on before I have half of my foot in one. Hopefully she’ll get bored easily and want to leave.
“You okay over there?” she mocks me as I finally lace up the second skate.
“Yes. Where do I put my shoes?” I ask her.
“I’ll take them.” The short woman appears out of nowhere. I hand her my shoes and Tess does the same with hers.
“Ready?” she asks, and I stand up.
I grip the railing immediately. How the fuck am I going to do this?
Tessa fights a smile. “It gets easier when you’re moving on the ice.”
I sure fucking hope so.
It doesn’t get easier, though, and I fall three times within five minutes. Tessa laughs each time, and I have to admit that if I didn’t have the gloves, my hands would be ice by now.
She laughs and reaches her hand out to me to help me up. “Remember like thirty minutes ago when you said you weren’t going to fall?”
“What are you, some sort of professional ice skater?” I ask her as I climb to my feet. I hate ice skating more than anything right now, but she is beyond amused.
“No, I haven’t been in a while, but my friend Josie and I used to go a lot.”
“Josie? I’ve never heard you talk about any friends from back home.”
“I didn’t have many. I spent most of my time with Noah growing up. Josie moved before my senior year.”
“Oh.” I don’t know why she wouldn’t have many friends. So what if she’s a little OCD and prudish and she obsesses over novels . . . she’s nice, sometimes too damn nice, to everyone. Except me, of course, she gives me shit constantly, but I do love that about her. Most of the time.