After (The After Series)

Why does he always stop?
“Finish that sentence, Hardin, or I am leaving right now,” I tell him. And
mean it.
The way his eyes seem to burn when he looks at me, the way his lips part
slowly, as if every word will hold something, a lie or a truth, it makes me wait
for his response. “You . . . you make me want to be good, for you . . . I want to
be good for you, Tess.”

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chapter thirty-one
I
try to take a step back from him, but his grip is too strong. I must have heard
him wrong. My emotions are getting the best of me, so I turn and look out into
the darkness of the backyard, trying to make sense of the meaning behind his
words. Hardin wants to be better for me? In what way? He couldn’t mean it . . .
Could he?
I look back at him, my eyes hazy. “What?”
He looks unaffected . . . truthful? Hopeful? What? “You heard me.”
“No. I’m sure I misunderstood.”
“No, you didn’t. You make me feel . . . something unfamiliar. I don’t know
how to handle these types of feelings, Tessa, so I do the only thing I know how
to do.” He pauses and blows out a small breath. “Which is be an asshole.”
Once again I find myself in a trance.
“This could never work, Hardin, we are so different. First off, you don’t date,
remember?”
“We aren’t that different—we like the same things; we both love books for
example,” he says, traces of liquor in his breath.
Even standing here, I can’t wrap my mind around the idea of Hardin trying to
convince me that we could be good together. “You don’t date,” I remind him
again.
“I know, but we could . . . be friends?”
There it is. We are back to square one. “I thought you said we couldn’t be
friends? And I won’t be friends with you—I know what you mean by that. You

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want all the benefits of being a boyfriend without actually having to commit.”
His body sways and he leans on the table and loosens his grip on me. “Why is
that so bad? Why do you need the label?” I’m thankful for the space between us
and the fresh, scotch-free air.
“Because, Hardin, even though I’ve not really had a lot of restraint lately, I do
have self-respect. I will not be your plaything, especially when it involves being
treated like dirt.” I raise my hands into the air. “And besides, I’m already taken,
Hardin.”
Hardin’s evil dimples come out with his smirk. “And yet, look where you are
right now.”
Reflexively, I blurt out, “I love him and he loves me,” and then watch Hardin’s
expression change. He lets go of me and stumbles over the chair.
“Don’t say that to me.” He slurs his words, which are coming out faster than
before. I almost forgot how drunk he was.
“You’re only saying this because you’re drunk; tomorrow you will go back to
hating me.”
“I don’t hate you.” He goes into the lawn a bit.
I wish he didn’t have this effect on me. I wish I could just walk away. But
instead I stick around and hear him say, “If you can look me in the eyes and tell
me that you want me to leave you alone and never speak to you again, I will
listen. I swear, from this point on I will never come near you again. Just say the
words.”
I open my mouth to tell him just that. To tell him to stay far away from me, to
tell him I never want to lay eyes on him again.
He turns and comes closer. “Tell me, Tessa, tell me that you never want to see
me again.” Then he’s touching me. He runs his hands along my arms and goose
bumps immediately raise on my skin. “Tell me you never want to feel my touch
again,” he whispers, bringing his hand to my neck. His index finger traces along
my collarbone and back up and down my neck. I hear my breathing quicken as
he brings his lips less than an inch from mine. “That you never want me to kiss
you again,” he says, and I can smell the scotch and feel the heat off his breath.
“Tell me, Theresa,” he coos and I whimper.
“Hardin,” I whisper.
“You can’t resist me, Tessa, just as I can’t resist you.” His lips are close to
mine; they are almost touching.
“Stay with me tonight?” he asks, and makes me want to do whatever he says.
A movement by the door catches my eye and I jerk away from Hardin.
Looking up, I see Landon’s face twisted with confusion before he turns away
and disappears from the doorway.

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I am snapped back into reality.
“I have to go,” I say and Hardin curses under his breath.
“Please, please stay. Just stay with me tonight, and if you decide in the
morning to tell me you don’t want to see me anymore . . . just please stay. I am
begging you and I don’t beg, Theresa.”
I find myself nodding before I can stop myself. “And what will I tell Noah?
He is waiting for me and I have his car.” I can’t believe I am actually