Chapter 140 (1/2)

After (After 1) Anna Todd 21580K 2022-07-22

“Wait until you see it; you will love it,” he says.

“Does anyone know that you are getting an apartment?” I ask. I already know the answer.

“No, why would they need to know?”

“They don’t, I was just wondering.”

The faucet creaks as I shut the water off. Hardin holds a towel open for me as I step out and wraps it around my soaked body.

“I know you well enough to know that you think I am hiding the fact that we are moving in together from my friends,” he says.

He’s not wrong. “Well, it does seem a little odd that you’re moving out of here but no one knows.”

“That isn’t because of you—it’s because I don’t want to hear their shit about dropping out of the fraternity. I will tell them all—even Molly—after we move in.” He smiles and wraps his arms around my shoulders.

“I want to be the one to tell Molly.” I laugh and hug him back.

“Deal.”

After multiple attempts to keep Hardin’s hands off me as I get ready, he hands me the keys to his car and I leave. The moment I get in the car my phone vibrates.

Be careful. I love you, the text reads.

I will. You be careful in my car :) I love you. xo

I can’t wait to see you again. Meet me at five. Your crap car will be fine.

You should watch what you say or I may accidently hit a parking median in yours. I smile to myself as I send my reply.

Stop pestering me and go to work before I come down there and peel that dress off you.

As appealing as that sounds, I put my phone back onto the passenger seat and start the car. The engine gently purrs to life, unlike the loud roar of mine. For a classic car it drives much smoother than mine; he really takes care of it. When I turn onto the freeway my phone rings.

“Jesus, you can’t go twenty minutes without me?” I laugh into the phone.

“Tessa?” a male voice says. Noah.

I pull my phone away from my ear and look at my screen to confirm my horror.

“Um . . . sorry, I thought . . .” I stammer.

“You thought it was him . . . I know,” he says. His voice is sad and not at all hateful.

“I’m sorry.” I don’t deny it.

“S’okay,” he says.