After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“You have bewitched me, body and soul.”
One of my favorite lines, I used it on her once when we first moved into this place. She scrunched up her nose at my corny use of the line, laughed at me, and tossed a piece of broccoli at me. She’s always throwing shit at me.
“But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them forever.”
I have changed for the better, for her, since I met her. I’m not perfect, fuck, nowhere near, but I could be one day.
“How little of permanent happiness could belong to a couple who were only brought together because their passions were stronger than their virtue.”
I don’t like this one at all. I know exactly what was going through her mind as she highlighted it. Moving on . . .
“A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.”
At least it isn’t just Tessa’s mind that does this crazy shit.
“Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony.”
She left the rest of the sentence out, the part that says “which is why I shall end up and old maid.”
Only the deepest love can persuade me into matrimony. Hmm . . . I’m not sure even that will do it for me. There is no possible way that there is a love deeper than what I feel for this girl, but it doesn’t change my opinion on marriage. People don’t get married for the right reasons anymore, not that they ever did. In the past it was for status or money, and now it’s only to be sure you won’t be lonely and miserable—two things nearly every married person still feels anyway.
I place the book on the bedside table before I switch off the light and lay my head flat on the mattress. I want to take my pillow back, but she’s holding it too tight and I don’t want to be a dick.
“Would you please just stop being so stubborn and come to England with me? I can’t be without you,” I whisper to her in her sleep, running my thumb along the warm skin of her cheek.
I’m looking forward to getting some sleep again, real sleep with her next to me.
chapter one hundred and twenty-two
When I wake up, Hardin is sprawled across the bed, one arm covering his face and the other hanging over the edge of the mattress. His T-shirt is soaked in sweat, and I feel disgusting. With a quick kiss to his cheek, I hurry to the bathroom.
When I return from my shower, Hardin’s awake, like he’s been waiting for me. He leans up on his elbow. “I’m afraid to be expelled,” he says. His voice startles me, but his confession startles me even more.
I sit next to him on the bed, and he doesn’t even try to tear the towel from around my body. “You are?”