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


“Where did you go?” I ask him. He looks down at the floor before answering.

“To work.”

“Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. I’m not buying that,” I say with a tone that tells me Trish must have worn off on me.

His green eyes blaze at me. “Well, I don’t really care if you’re not buying that,” he says in a mocking tone and sits down on the opposite side of the bed.

“What’s your problem?” I snap.

“Nothing. I don’t have a problem.” His walls are up; I can feel them guarding him.

“Obviously you do. Why did you leave this morning?”

He runs a hand through his hair. “I already told you.”

“Lying to me isn’t going to help anything, that’s what got you . . . us into this mess in the first place,” I remind him.

“Fine! You want to know where I was? I was at my dad’s!” he shouts and stands up.

“Your dad’s? Why?”

“Talking to Landon.” He sits down on the chair.

I roll my eyes. “I believed the work story more than this.”

“I was. Go on and call him, if you don’t believe me.”

“Okay, and what were you talking with Landon about?”

“You, of course.”

“What about me?” I raise my hands in front of me.

“Just everything. I know you don’t want to be here.” He looks over at me.

“If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be.”

“You have nowhere else to go, I know you wouldn’t be here if you did.”

“What makes you so sure? We slept in the bed together last night.”

“Yeah, and you know why—if I hadn’t had a nightmare, you wouldn’t have agreed to it. That’s the only reason you did, and the only reason you’re talking to me now. Because you feel sorry for me.” His hands are shaking, and his eyes are piercing. I can see the shame behind the green.

“It doesn’t matter why it happened.” I shake my head at him. I don’t know why he always jumps to these conclusions. Why is it so hard for him to accept that he is loved?

“You feel sorry for poor Hardin who has nightmares and can’t sleep in a fucking bed alone!” His voice is too loud, and we have company.

“Stop yelling! Your mom is in the other room!” I yell back.

“Is that what you two did all day . . . talk about me? I don’t need your fucking pity, Tess.”

“Oh my God! You are so frustrating! We did not talk about you, not in that way. And for the record, I do not feel sorry for you, I wanted you in that bed with me regardless of your dreams.” I cross my arms.

“Sure,” he barks.

“This isn’t about how I feel; it’s about how you feel about yourself. You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself, if anything,” I say equally harshly.

“I don’t.”

“Seems like it. You just started a fight with me for no reason. We should be moving forward not backward.”