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After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)

He looks at me for approval and I don’t stop him.

“Why are we both so crazy?” I whisper as his thumb runs over my bottom lip.

“I’m not. You surely are, though.” He smiles.

“You’re crazier than me,” I tell him, and he inches closer and closer.

I’m irritated at him for yelling at me and for making me wait for him last night even though he supposedly had nothing to do with it, I’m upset that we can’t seem to get along, but more than all of that I miss him. I miss the closeness between us. I miss the way his eyes change when he looks at me.

I have to admit my faults and the role I played in all of this mess. I know how stubborn I am, and it doesn’t help anything when I assume the worst about him when he’s trying, I know he is. I’m not ready to be in a relationship with him, but I have no reason to be upset with him over last night. I hope not, at least.

I don’t know what to think, but I don’t want to think right now.

“No,” he whispers, his lips mere centimeters from mine.


“Shut up.” He presses his lips against mine with extreme caution. They barely touch mine as he uses both hands to cup my cheeks.

His tongue grazes along my bottom lip, and I lose my breath. I open my mouth slightly to try to get some air, but there doesn’t seem to be any—there’s nothing, only him. I tug at his shirt to bring him off of his knees, but he doesn’t budge as he continues to kiss me slowly. His torturous pace is driving me mad, and I move from my spot at the end of the bed down to meet him on the floor.

Both of his arms wrap around my waist, and mine do the same to his neck. I try to push him back to climb on top of him, but once again he doesn’t budge.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing, I just don’t want to take it too far.”

“Why not?” I tell him, keeping our lips touching.

“Because we have a lot to talk about; we can’t jump into bed without resolving anything.”

What? “But we aren’t on the bed, we’re on the floor.” I sound desperate.

“Tessa . . .” He pushes me back again.

I give up. I scramble to my feet and sit back on the bed, and he stares at me with wide eyes.

“I’m just trying to do the right thing, okay? I want to fuck you, believe me I do. God, I do. But—”

“It’s fine. Stop talking about it,” I beg.

I know it’s probably not the best idea, but I didn’t necessarily think we were going to sleep together. I just wanted to be closer to him.


“Just stop, okay? I get it.”

“No, you don’t, obviously,” he says in frustration and moves to his feet.