After We Collided (After, #2)

by Anna Todd

I won the bet, but I lost the only thing that has ever made me happy. And along with that, I lost every ounce of goodness she made me see in myself.

“Whatever you did to her, I hope it was worth losing the only

good thing you had going for you,”

Oh fuck

Now… after him… it’s just… after.”

“You said you’d never leave me.”

“I took your virginity because I love you!”

“I don’t know who I am without you anymore.”

“My conquest? Are you fucking serious right now? You aren’t some conquest of mine—you’re everything to me! You’re my breath, my pain, my heart, my life!”

Once she’s reminded why he’s better for her than me, she’ll be his again.

They keep coming, every night worse than the last. I got so used to them not coming that I could sleep. Because of her, it was all because of her.

“No, that’s not what I’m doing. How could you even think that after everything I’ve done?” “Exactly, I do think that because of everything you’ve done,”

Oof

“Tess, you don’t know what it’s been like the last few days for me. I can’t sleep, I can’t even function without you. I need to know there’s a chance we could—”

I don’t feel sorry for you… Actually I do. I feel sorry for you because you will never be happy. You will be alone for the rest of your life,

This hurts my heart

I’ll move on, find a nice man who’ll treat me the way you should have, and we’ll get married and have children. I will be happy.”

NO YOURE SUPPOSED TO HAVE THAT WITH HARDIN

I feel terrible for what I said to him yesterday.

Honestly girl, I feel like you should If you could see it from his perspective Not saying what he did wasn’t horrible and manipulative but if you think about to the time you guys had together and the way he act or reacted it proves that his heart was in it, maybe not from the beginning but over the time you guys spent together he clearly he caught feelings for you. He clearly loves you

“I don’t need to get laid.” I don’t want anyone but her.

The famous Hardin Scott doesn’t want pussy? Wild

He doesn’t know how enjoyable it is to lie in bed and make Tessa laugh, he doesn’t know how fun it is to hear her ramble on about her favorite novels, to have her swat at me when I try to grope her. It’s much better than any party that I’ve ever been to or will ever go to.

Awww

“Tessa. Let me make you forget her. You can fuck me until you can’t even remember her name.”

The ego in this bitch

“Get off me,” I say.

👏 👏👏

“What the fuck, Hardin?” she snaps, her ego obviously wounded.

Dead

“I mean it! If anyone says another fucking word about her, I won’t hesitate to take each and every one of you motherfuckers down!”

“I don’t know—does your caller ID say that I did? Because if so,

there’s probably a good chance it was me.”

No way she just said that to him😂

“Come on, Hardin, don’t you want to bend me over this desk? Or the bed? The sink? So many possibilities…” I whisper up close and gently bite his earlobe.

“You just taste so good.”

😳

revealing the soft skin between her hip and pubic bones. She loves to be kissed there, even though I know she’s embarrassed by the thin, almost transparent white lines on her skin. I have no idea why; she is flawless to me, marks and all.

She could make me the happiest man on earth, or she could crush me with one word.

But he surprises me by laughing. “Oh, please, you and I both know Trevor isn’t enough for you. You wanted me, only me. You still do,”

As much as I try to fight it, deep down I love having him here. Even if we’re fighting and yelling at each other, I’ve missed him so much.

Girl make up your gosh darn mind!

I grab my light red bra and panties out of my bag and slip them on without removing my towel. When I drop the towel, Hardin gasps, then tries to hide it with a cough.

Girl you did that on purpose, I am dead

My Tessa

“The best thing about reading is to escape from your life, to be able to live hundreds or even thousands of different

lives. Nonfiction doesn’t have that power—it doesn’t change you the way fiction does.” “Change you?” He raises his brow. “Yes, change you. If you aren’t affected somehow, even in the slightest bit, you aren’t reading the right book.”

Ah! Then you definitely need to find a better book sis

His hand reaches up and rests on my hip and he leans into me. “Um… I don’t really think this is the right time,” I squeak.

NO WAY SHE JUST DID THAT

I immediately smile, then sob. On the home screen there is a tab named Tess, and when I tap it with my finger, a long list of every novel Hardin and I have discussed, bickered over, or even laughed about appears.

I am sobbing😭😭

I make myself some macaroni on the stove and turn on the television. I turn the volume up so that I can hear an old episode of Friends that I have seen at least twenty times,

Me

I would love to get to know the young woman who my son has fallen in love with.”

👀

I knew she only agreed to go out with me to fulfill some fucked-up bad-boy fantasy before church the next morning,

🤣

The guilt I felt when I moved in to kiss her was overwhelming. I pulled away, and the embarrassment was clear on her innocent face—I practically ran to my car, leaving her stranded at the restaurant.

He just fucking left her there🫡

If she woke up now, she would surely scream at the sight of me standing over her as she sleeps.

Hot

“You’ll come back to him, won’t you?”

“Yeah…” I start, but my voice betrays me and I choke on a sob. “What happened? What did she do?” “She… can I come back?” I ask, and he lets out a deep breath. “Of course you can, baby…

Without thinking, I run over and wrap my arms around him. He steps back, obviously thrown off by my affection, but then he wraps his arms around me and lets me cry into his snow-covered sweatshirt.

I would normally go into an extended fantasy about peeling the thin fabric off her.

“But it could. Maybe he’s different now…” I don’t believe it, but who am I to extinguish her hope?

What a grown man

“I should have a dorm room next week.” I nod; if I speak, I’ll end up pathetically begging her not to leave me again.

Despite everything he has done, I feel like home in this flawed boy’s arms.

“Don’t let me go, Tess,” he whispers and closes his eyes.

I lean my head against Hardin’s chest and he takes the end of my ponytail into his hands and twirls it between his fingers.

I hold up my hand and try to transfer the dough to his fingers, but he opens his mouth and wraps his lips around my finger.