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

“Yeah. I know it’s stupid . . .” he begins.

“No, it’s not stupid. Anyone would be afraid, I know I would be. It’s okay to be afraid.”

“What will I do if I can’t go to WCU anymore?”

“Go to another college.”

“I want to go back home,” he says, and my heart sinks.

“Please don’t,” I say quietly.

“I have to, Tess. I can’t afford university if my dad isn’t the chancellor.”

“We could find a way.”

“No, this isn’t your problem.”

“Yes, it is. If you go to England, we’ll never see each other.”

“You have to come, Tessa. I know you don’t want to, but you have to. I can’t be away from you again. Please just come.” His words are so full of emotion that I can’t seem to find mine.

“Hardin, it’s not that easy.”

“Yes, it is. It’s easy—you could get a job doing exactly what you’re doing now and possibly make even more money and go to an even better university.”

“Hardin . . .” I focus my eyes back on his bare skin.

He sighs. “You don’t have to decide right now.”

I almost tell him that I’ll pack my bags and go to England with him, but I can’t.

For now, I’ll stay the coward that I am and push the news of Seattle back another day while I roll onto my side and he gathers me in his arms.

For once, he’s gotten me to crawl back into bed with him in the morning. Comforting him is more of a priority than my routine.

“THE OWNER, DREW, seems like a dick, but he’s pretty cool,” Hardin informs me as we approach the small brick building.

A bell sounds above my head when Hardin opens the door for me and we walk inside. Steph and Tristan are already there. Steph is seated on a leather chair, and Tristan is looking through what appears to be . . . a book of tattoos?

“Took you long enough!” Steph kicks her leg out as Hardin and I walk by and he grabs her boot in his hand before it touches me.

“Already being annoying, I see . . .” He rolls his eyes and attempts to lead me over to Tristan, but I pull my hand from his and stand near Steph.

“She’s fine with me,” she tells him, and he scowls at her but doesn’t say anything in return.

Hardin stands next to Tristan about twenty feet away, grabs a black book like the one Tristan has in his hands, and flips through the pages.

“I haven’t seen you in here before.” The guy looks up at me while he wipes the surface of Steph’s bare stomach with a towel.

“I’ve never been here before,” I reply.

“Name’s Drew. I own the place.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Tessa.”

“Are you getting any work done today?” He smiles.

“No, she’s not.” Hardin answers for me, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“She’s with you, Scott?”

“Yes, she is.” Hardin pulls me closer. He’s obviously doing this for show. He said that Drew seems like an asshole, but I don’t get that vibe from him at all. He seems really nice.