Kiss a Stranger (6 page)

             
“How about we get out of here?” he then said, taking a step closer. He was at least a foot taller than me, even in my heels.

             
“You told me to come here and now you want to go?”

             
“Wanted you to see me in a social environment so you didn’t feel uneasy.”

             
“
Should
I feel uneasy?”

             
He shrugged. “You don’t know me. You spoke to me once. I thought it was a good idea.”

             
“Could have asked me to lunch at a restaurant or something.”

             
That smile formed again, and my breath thinned at the raw beauty he was exuding. Was he even aware of it? “I couldn’t get away until now. My days are usually full. Whereas my nights…” His words trailed away as he looked expectantly at me.

             
Even though he could see all my face, I couldn’t look away from his eyes if I tried. I was in a way glad I didn’t have to hide something so obvious. I just guessed he’d have wanted nothing to do with me when he realized I wasn’t what he once remembered.

             
So this was all confusing to me.

             
“I told you I have a friend–”

             
“Tell her you’re coming with me,” he interrupted, not backing down.

             
When I didn’t respond, he added, “If you really wanted to get away with me, you would. If you don’t, then I’m wasting my time here and I’ll leave. So decide quickly because I’m not a very patient man when I want something, and I’m not desperate enough to beg.”

             
Well then.

             
Shivers ran through me. I looked behind me, searching once again for Emily. Could I really just ditch her? But then again, she’d understand, wouldn’t she? Besides, this was a man I’d been fantasizing about since the dawn of time.

             
Friends matter the most, Claire. She’s been with you through thick and thin. She took you out to have fun. With
her
. Ditching her would be low!

             
I looked back at my stranger. The one I still didn’t even know the name of. The one whose eyes and demeanour spoke of a hardness I wasn’t sure could be softened.

“
Thank you for returning my wallet to me,” I found myself saying, despite the way my body was pleading for me to go with him. “I’m sorry for wasting your night coming here.”

“
Is this all your way of saying no to me?”

“I don’t know you.
I don’t trust you either. So yeah, that’s a no.”

I could tell that was not the response Stranger was expecti
ng, and frankly neither did I. Never before had I listened to my brain more than my body, and it wasn’t very satisfying.

Fuck you, common sense. You’re a bitch, and I hate you.

Shooting him a fake smile, I said, “Good night,” and turned away from him before those eyes entrenched me in my spot.

I couldn’t believe I just blew off the man I’d been fantasizing about for endless nights. But he gave me an ultimatum, and that sh
it didn’t sit well with me, no matter how hot he was.

Halfway back to
where I had been before seeing him, I glanced back. Disappointment crushed me immediately.

He was already gone.

Maybe I
am
desperate

Because it was 11pm when I decided to leave,
the bus service was still running. I managed to catch two buses back to my house, and it was weird being the only dolled up person in a mini-dress among leering people. I heard the word “skank” and “freak” muttered under the breaths of many rugged-up women.
Bitches.

             
The freak bit always soured me and reminded me why I didn’t venture out. It wasn’t easy to be laughed at. Call me a slut all you want, but to attack my appearance was fucking low.

I was in an irritable mood. Totally unimpressed with Emily who ended up ditching
me
for some blonde haired, steroid injector with the bubbliest muscles I’d ever seen. She tried playing it off by introducing me to one of his friends – a drunk man who kept going on about what a soulful musician he was. Did she really think I was going to go home with him? When did I give her the impression I was desperate to get laid?

On that note, my vagina had collected enough dust to put
newly recovered mummies from Ancient Egypt to shame. That was depressing.

             
Now I was bitter and regretful of cutting things short with my stranger – a man I was positive I would never see again. Why did the world consistently want to take a dump on my life? I could hear the violins of despair playing in the background, mocking me wherever I went. I was so bloody dramatic, even
I
was sick of myself!

             
I kicked a stone along the sidewalk on my way to my house. As I passed my neighbour who was throwing a party, I kept having to stop and pull the bottom of my dress down. The last thing I wanted was to flash my ass to a bunch of drunk men.

             
I opened my clutch and withdrew my key on my walk up the driveway. I stopped by Mom’s hatchback to make sure it was locked up tight before walking up the few steps to my porch. The second I made it to the top, a voice broke through the chilly air.

             
“Maybe I am desperate.”

             
Gasping, I jumped and backed away, tripping on the top stair of my porch. I put my hand to my chest and stared at the dark figure sitting on the wicker chair beside the front door. I should have felt relieved when I recognized him as Stranger. But I didn’t. My heart rate continued to rise, and fear gripped me. I looked to the street and thought of running.

             
“It’s okay,” he quickly reassured me. “I would never harm you. I’m sorry for scaring you.”

             
“What are you doing here?” I snapped, hating how much my voice was trembling.

             
“I went back to see you, but you were already gone. At first I thought you’d left with a man, but I spoke to your friend, and she said you’d taken off alone. I wanted to make sure you’d come home safe.”

             
“You spoke to Emily?”

             
Though it was too dark to see his face, I could see his head nodding.

             
I dropped my hand from my chest and crossed my arms. “What are you doing here?” I asked him again.

             
“Do I really have to say it?” His voice was soft now, and it made my nerves die down a little.

             
“Yes,” I told him, sternly. “You do.”

             
He let out a light chuckle, and his body leaned forward so that his elbows were propped on each knee. His face was geared in my direction, and even though I couldn’t see his features, I could feel the heat of his gaze on me. “Like I said, maybe I
am
desperate.”

             
I opened my mouth to respond, but he beat me to it. “Are you going to let me in? Or are we going to sit out here in the cold instead?”

             
“Maybe
you’re
going to sit out here in the cold, alone,” I bit back, still feeling the anger from having the scare of my life.

             
“After what you said to me earlier, I believe you.”

             
It was quiet for a few moments. He was obviously waiting on me to decide, and I didn’t know what to do. My mind was too busy warring with itself, and it was telling me to keep him outside. I didn’t know his intentions. I didn’t know what he might do if I let him in. I was momentarily frightened of him, and I didn’t want to be another statistic with a headline on the internet that read,
“Stupid girl lets dangerous man inside home because he’s hot! Tune in at 6pm for details of her grizzly murder!”

             
“Get off my porch for a minute,” I told him.

             
To my surprise, he immediately stood up. In the darkness his frame appeared large and ominous. I tripped down the steps again, keeping a safe distance from him as he followed. Under the moonlight now I could see his face. He looked amused, his mouth set into that wicked smirk.

             
“Keep going,” I told him. He backed away from the porch, until he was edging toward the driveway. “Stop.”

             
When he stopped, I watched him while I hurried back up the porch steps. I stuck the key into my front door and opened it. With one arm moving inside the house, I turned the porch lights on. I felt a lot better with them on. Like I was somehow cloaked in safety. It was stupid to think so, I knew that.

             
“Now what?” he asked, that voice taking on a bit of humour.

             
I frowned at him. “Is this funny to you?”

             
His smirk broke into a full blown grin. It made him look so beautiful and normal. I almost felt silly doing this. “It is, little lady.”

             
Little lady.

             
My heart pounded fast again, this time for another reason.

             
“What’s scaring you exactly?”

             
I cocked a brow at his question. “Are you really asking me that?”

             
“I just don’t know what I’ve done. I don’t have any tattoos, or piercings. Save for my phone, my pockets are empty. I haven’t sworn at you, or stoned you. What is it that’s scaring you about me?”

             
“You could be dangerous,” I simply stated.

             
“Not to you,” he replied steadfastly. “Not to anyone, really, unless they inflict pain on me. I’m just like any other person.”

I believed him.
Still. I wouldn’t make this easy for him.

“What’s your name?” I asked him.

“Ben.”

A normal name. “Ben what?”

“Costigan.”

Ben Costigan. I wanted to try that on my tongue and see how it sounded.
I liked Stranger’s name. “How did you know my address?”

“Because I wanted to.” Yet another answer that wasn’t an answer.

“Look,” he then said, taking a slow step forward, “I can tell you’re a very cautious woman. I’m only here to talk to you. I promise. Call your friend up. Tell her I’m here. Give her my name and description. Whatever will make you feel safer around me. Hell, you can even invite her over if you don’t want to be alone with me. I’ll wait right here until she’s come around.”

“Why do you want to just talk to me?”

“Because I want to get to know you.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

Because I’m…
me,
was the answer I didn’t say aloud. What the hell was worth knowing about me?

I pondered his words for a minute. I knew I was being extra c
autious because of my attack nine months ago. I was always looking for the unexpected in situations that weren’t as complex as I’d made them out to be.

“Hey Claire,”
came a voice nearby, pulling me out of my thoughts.

My neighbour, Miles, stood on the edge
of his lawn, looking over at us. This was my first time seeing him in weeks, and it was a little awkward.

“How’s it going, Miles?” I asked him.

He looked over at Ben suspiciously before answering, “Yeah, good. Came home last night.”

Oh really
, the sarcastic part of me wanted to say,
I hadn’t noticed with all the lights, music and people going in and out of your house!

He always threw parties when he was home, and that was the one downfall to having Miles as your neighbour. You barely slept a wink on the weekends.

“Welcome back,” I said to him disinterestedly. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Just wondering
if you’re alright,” he replied, looking from me to Ben.

Ah, he was checking up on me.
Despite what a nuisance he could be from time to time, it put me at ease he cared enough to check on my wellbeing.

Ben’s face fel
l after Miles said those words. “She’s fine,” he told him through gritted teeth.

“I’m asking her,” Miles retorted, glaring at him. “
And if you’re bothering her –”

“No, I really am fine, Miles,” I interrupted him with a reassuring smile. “This is my friend, Ben.”

But Miles shook his head, unable to resist looking sceptical. “Yeah, well, you let me know if you need anything, alright?”

I nodded. “Alright.”
             

“You’re welcome to join the party too, if you’d like.
I can wait for you –”

“She won’t be joining your party,”
Ben said harshly, turning his body completely to him. “She’ll be talking to
me
. So how about you turn around and go back to getting sloshed instead of interrupting us again?”

Miles looked stunned
, and his breathing picked up as his anger set in. But the way Ben was staring at him would have been lethal if looks truly did kill. It didn’t help Ben was much bigger than him too. He looked between the two of us and then turned around, stumbling back in the direction of his house.

“I’m sorry for being hard on him,” Ben said in a voice that was far from apologetic. “I don’t like to be interrupted
, especially by drunks.”

I stifled a laugh. Miles might have stuck around for eons if Ben hadn’t said what he did.
I ran a hand through my hair and kicked the door open all the way.

“You can come in,” I told Ben. I didn’t want to attract any more attention
, or – God forbid – interruptions.

I turned away from him and wa
lked into the house. I heard him enter and shut the door. When I felt his presence behind me, the nerves rebounded. I turned to look at him and my face landed straight into his chest. The scent of him was all around me. Startled, I took a step back. His grey eyes met mine a split second later, and those lips went up again as he let me put distance between us.

“
Was it your friend I snapped at?” he then asked.

I paused and then shook my head
. “Neighbour.”

“
A very concerned one, it seemed.”

I shrugged. “
Just a neighbour,” I stressed. The last thing I wanted was for him to be getting ideas –
wrong
ones.

He gave me a nod
. “Alright.”

Cue another brutal silence.

One that consisted solely of us staring at each other.

When his focus
lingered on my mouth, for a second every part of me believed he was going to cut the distance and kiss me. He looked like he was about to. Like there was nothing holding him back. I envisioned it. I remembered how soft his lips were, and how much I wanted to slip my tongue in between the seam of his mouth and taste him.

I waited with bated breath, but it didn’t come.
He remained standing in his place, waiting on me. I was a little disheartened, and then annoyed I wouldn’t have objected if he did.

I was quic
kly becoming those too stupid to live girls.

“You can have a seat,” I finally managed out
, breaking whatever it was between us.

I motioned
to the entrance lounge. The house was modestly sized and open concept. The lounge backed onto a large granite countered kitchen that Mom had remodelled a couple years ago. The house itself was old, but it was well maintained. It was lightly decorated, and the warm colours throughout made the atmosphere very homey.

Still. It wa
s unnerving seeing him inside. He seemed to invade everything it stood for. Like he was somehow too good for it and belonged in some penthouse somewhere.

I
knew I was judging him based on the high-end clothes he was wearing, and because I knew deep down he was a man that enjoyed the finer things in life. His attitude and demeanour screamed it.