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

“You look so good, though. I, on the other hand, look like I just crawled out of bed,” she says.

“You do not,” Christian says and kisses her forehead.

“Thank you, babe, but your opinion is quite biased.” She laughs and then rubs her temples.

Trevor smiles and says, “Looks like we won’t be going out tonight.” Everyone readily agrees.

When we arrive at the conference, I go straight to the breakfast bar and grab a bowl of granola. I eat it much faster than I should, and I can’t seem to shake Hardin’s words from my mind. I wish I had at least kissed him once more . . . No, I don’t. I must still be drunk.

The seminars go by quickly, and though Kimberly groans as the keynote speaker’s voice booms far too loudly through the room, come the lunchtime break my headache is almost completely gone.

Noon. Hardin would be back home by now, probably with Molly. He probably drove straight to her place just to spite me. Have they already slept together in our room? I mean, our old room? In the bed that was meant for us? When I remember the way he touched me and moaned my name last night, my body is replaced by hers. All I can see is Hardin and Molly. Molly and Hardin.

“Did you hear me?” Trevor asks and takes a seat next to me.

I smile apologetically. “Sorry, I was out of it.”

“I was wondering if you want to grab dinner tonight since everyone’s staying in.” I look into his shining blue eyes, and when I don’t immediately answer him, he stutters, “I-if you don’t . . . want to, that’s okay, too.”

“Actually, I would love to,” I tell him.

“Really?” he breathes. I can tell he thought I would turn him down, especially after Hardin’s behavior toward him.

For the next four hours of talks, I let it warm my heart that Trevor would still want to take me out even after being threatened by my crazy ex.

“THANK GOODNESS THAT’S OVER. I need sleep,” Kimberly groans as we get into the elevator.

“Looks like you’re just not as young as you used to be,” Christian teases, and she rolls her eyes and leans against his shoulder.

“Tessa, tomorrow we’ll go shopping in the morning while these two are at meetings,” she says and closes her eyes.

Which sounds great to me. As does a nice quiet dinner in Seattle with Trevor—in fact, it sounds amazing after my wild night with Hardin. I’m a little uneasy about my behavior this weekend already, kissing a stranger, basically forcing Hardin to have sex with me, and now going to dinner with a third guy. But the last of these is the most benign, and at least I know there won’t be anything physical involved.

Not for you, sure, but for Hardin and Molly . . . my subconscious throws in.

Man, she is getting on my nerves.

At my door, Trevor stops and says, “I’ll come get you at six thirty, is that okay?”