After (After, #1)

by Anna Todd

Loving Noah was comfortable and safe; it was always calm. Loving Hardin is raw and exciting; it sparks my every nerve and I can’t get enough of him.

All I care about is the way the curve of Hardin’s collarbones are shadowed by the moonlight coming through the bay window, the way one of his hands is holding my face like I am fragile, despite him trying to break everything in the room minutes ago.

Even if we don’t last forever, if we end up never speaking again, I will always know that in this moment he was everything to me.

promises of forever and unconditional love are made as he tenses and gently falls onto me.

“I would have his balls if I were you. This is unacceptable,”

My dreams are clouded by a scared curly haired boy crying out for his mother.

There is a fever and a desperation in him that I have not seen at this level before, and I feel as though I am ice and he is fire. We are so completely different, yet the same.