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

Hardin turns to me as Trevor leaves the room. “ ‘Crazy-ass behavior’?”

“Yes, crazy! You can’t just show up here and barge into my room trying to beat my friend up.”

“He shouldn’t have been in here. Why was he in here? Why are you still dressed? And fuck, where did that dress come from?” he says, eyeing my body.

I ignore the heat stirring in my belly and focus on my indignation.

“He came to get his phone because I took it by accident. And . . . I can’t remember any of the other questions you just asked,” I admit.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have drunk so much.”

“I’ll drink what and why and how and when I want. Thank you.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re annoying when you’re drunk.” He flops down on the wingback chair.

“You’re annoying when you’re . . . everything. And who said you could sit down?” I huff, crossing my arms.

Hardin looks up at me with those brilliant green eyes. God, he looks so hot right now. “I can’t believe he was in your room.”

“I can’t believe you’re in my room,” I counter.

“Did you fuck him?”

“What? How dare you even ask me that!” I shout.

“Answer the question.”

“No, you asshole. Of course I didn’t.”

“Were you going to—do you want to?”

“Oh my God, Hardin! You’re insane!” I shake my head and pace between the window and bed.

“Well then, why are you still dressed?”

“That doesn’t even make sense!” I roll my eyes. “Besides, it’s none of your business who I have sex with. Maybe I did have sex with him—maybe I had sex with someone else?” The corners of my mouth threaten a smile, but I force a straight expression as I say slowly, “You will never know.”

My words have the intended effect, and Hardin’s face turns dark, animalistic. “What did you just say?” he barks.

Oh, this is much more fun than I thought it would be. I like being drunk around Hardin because I say things without thinking—things that I mean—and everything seems funny.

“You heard me . . .” I say, and move to stand over Hardin. “Maybe I let the guy at the club take me into the bathroom.

“Maybe Trevor took me on this bed,” I say and casually look back at the bed over my shoulder.

“Shut up. Shut up now, Tessa,” Hardin warns me.

But I laugh. I feel empowered, strong—and I feel like ripping Hardin’s shirt off of him. “What’s wrong, Hardin? Don’t like the idea of Trevor’s hands all over my body?” I don’t know if it’s Hardin’s anger, the alcohol, or the fact that I miss him, but without letting myself overthink my actions, I climb onto his lap on the chair. My knees rest on either side of his thighs. Completely taken aback by my action, if I’m not mistaken, he’s shaking.

“W-what are you . . . what are you doing, Tessa?”

“Tell me, Hardin, do you like the idea of Trev—”

“Stop it. Stop saying that!” he begs and I oblige.