After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“Cool. Cool. About time you got a girlfriend.” Drew laughs. Hardin relaxes a little but keeps his arm around me. “So why don’t you get something done, hombre?”
A buzzing noise fills the space, and I look down at Steph’s stomach to watch in amazement as the tattoo gun drags slowly across her skin. Drew wipes the excess ink off with a towel and continues.
“I might, actually,” Hardin tells him.
I look up at Hardin, and his eyes meet mine. “Really? What do you want to get?” I ask him.
“I don’t know yet, something on my back.” Hardin’s back is virtually the only part of his body that is completely ink-free.
“Yeah.” He rests his chin on top of my hair.
“Speaking of getting work done, where the fuck are your rings?” Drew asks, dipping the gun into a small plastic cup full of black ink.
“I’m over them.” Hardin shrugs.
“If he messes this up because you won’t stop talking to him, you’re paying for the whole thing.” Steph looks at Hardin, and I laugh.
“I’m not going to pay for that shit,” Hardin and Drew say in unison.
Tristan finally joins us and pulls a chair over to sit by Steph; he takes her hand in his. I look over at the small and freshly inked cluster of birds drawn into Steph’s skin. It’s sort of lovely, actually, the placement of them. Drew gives her a mirror so she can get a better look.
“I love it!” She smiles, handing the mirror back to Drew before sitting up.
“What are you going to get, Hardin?” I ask him quietly.
“Your name.” He smiles.
Shocked, I step back from him with my jaw on the floor.
“You wouldn’t want that?” he asks.
“No! Gosh no, that’s . . . I don’t know, that’s insane,” I whisper.
“Insane? Not really, it’s just showing you that I’m committed to you and don’t need a ring or marriage proposal to stay that way.”
His voice is so clear that I’m no longer sure if he’s joking. How did we go from joking to commitments and marriage in less than three minutes? This is how it always is with us, so I suppose I should be used to it by now.
“Sure.” Hardin steps away from me and pulls his shirt over his head.
“A quote?” Drew speaks my exact thoughts.
“I just want it across the top of my back; it’s ‘I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.’ Just make it like an inch in height, do it in your cool freehand,” Hardin instructs and turns his back to face Drew.
I never wish to be parted from you from this day on . . .
“Hardin, can we talk about this for a second, please?” I ask him.
I swear he knows about my plans to go to Seattle and he’s taunting me by getting this tattoo. The line he chose is perfect but cruelly ironic, considering I’ve been withholding telling him about my move to Seattle.