After We Fell (After, #3)

by Anna Todd

“And you know what? I’d rather be naive and capable of seeing the good in people than be a jerk to everyone and assume that everyone is out to get me.”

dip my hand fully into his boxers, and he opens his eyes. “Good morning,” he says with a lusty smile. I remove my hand and stand up. “Get up.” He yawns dramatically and looks down at his boxers and says, “Looks like I… already… am.”

“Okay, I spy something”—I look down at Hardin—“black.” “Hardin’s soul!” Landon shouts, and I laugh. Hardin opens one eye and sticks up a middle finger at his stepbrother. “You’re right!” I exclaim, giggling.

“It’s so big,” I whisper to Hardin. “Shh, don’t talk about my dick in front of my family,” he teases.

“What’s that sound?” She puts her hand to her ear. “Is that the siren of the fun police I hear? Wah, wah, wah.” For a second she pouts like a child, then laughs.

love him, I love him so much. But he makes me feel so weak, so vulnerable. The moment I allow myself to believe he’s worried, sad, or upset in any way, it’s like all my emotions shift, only focusing on him and not myself or how I feel.

“I’m done. I’m so done with this back-and-forth. I’m tired and exhausted, and I don’t want to do it anymore. You don’t love me—you want to possess me, and I won’t let you.” I look straight into his brilliant green eyes. Straight through them, and say, “You’re broken, Hardin, and I can’t fix you.”

Pain can turn anyone away from just about anything. Pain is capable of causing you to do things you would never consider doing,

First Trevor, now Zed. Did the extra mascara this morning bring along some weird juju with it or something?

I’m frustrated with Richard and his stupid fucking habits, which are upsetting to Tessa. I want to kick his ass out and send him right back onto the streets, but he’s almost become like a piece of furniture in this apartment. He’s like an old couch that smells like shit and always creaks when you sit down on it, and it’s uncomfortable as shit, but for some reason you can’t throw it away. That’s Richard.

Here I paid over a thousand dollars per round-trip ticket—you’d think I could at least fuck my girl in the damn bathroom during the long flight.