by Sotia Lazu
A Kiss in the Dark
by
Sotia Lazu
This book is a work of fiction.
While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2016 by Sotia Lazu
All Rights Reserved
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.
Manufactured in the United States of America
Acelette Press
For every woman who’s had to kiss a frog
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
Chapter One
Lips covered hers—hot lips, firm and pliant at the same time, that fit perfectly against her own and stifled any words of protest that might try to escape. He let out a breath in her mouth, and she tasted alcohol and tobacco before losing herself in the kiss. He didn’t waste time with gentle probing before invading her mouth with his tongue. His hold on her hair tightened and loosened.
She sucked on his tongue and felt more than heard the moan that rose up his throat. She wanted to touch his face, trace it with her fingertips, but her hands refused to do anything more than bunch his shirt in their grip and hold onto it as if onto life itself.
She pulled back to catch her breath, and he let go, brushing his stubbled chin against her cheek for a moment. Blindly, she sought out his lips again, but they were nowhere to be found.
The lights came back on, and everything was as it had been before the blackout. She sat alone, avoiding the gazes of her ex boyfriend and his friends at the next table, while waiting for Alan to get back with their drinks.
And she had no clue who kissed her.
* * * *
Eliza and Alan had flirted for weeks, before he finally asked her out. They smiled every time they passed each other in the hallways, and he winked at her once, for letting him cut in front of her in the queue at the campus cafeteria. That was when he asked her name.
Eliza, on the other hand, made sure to never slouch when he was around and to have on fresh lip-gloss whenever she smiled at him.
He was the quiet type, always ready to talk about poetry, but at the same time edgy enough to keep a girl on her toes. His big, dark eyes and pouty lips helped his case, of course, but it was the air of mystery he exuded that made girls swoon. Nobody knew where he spent the previous years of his studies or where he lived before that. Eliza, college sophomore, with only one relationship in her past—a miserably failed one, to boot—wouldn’t be the one to resist him. When he asked her out, she said yes and meant yes please, with a cherry on top.
She didn’t take forever to get ready; she knew what she wanted to wear. Her low-slung jeans made her ass look perky, and her backless hanky-hem top left enough flesh uncovered to keep a man’s imagination active. At least that was what Krista said, and she was way more experienced than Eliza in that department.
Eliza’s phone blipped with a new text.
I’m outside. Take your time.
She squealed. “He’s here early. How do I look?”
Krista made a show of taking in Eliza’s appearance, from her pulled-back blonde hair to the pink nail polish that adorned her toes. “Like the best thing to ever happen to this guy. Go dazzle him.”
Eliza couldn’t hold back a grin. She threw open the door and blew Krista a kiss. “Don’t wait up.” She had no intention of sleeping with the guy, but she wouldn’t mind a long make-out session.
“You look beautiful.” Alan gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek, and Eliza didn’t resist a sniff of his cologne. He smelled amazing. Lemony and dark and yummy.
“Thank you. You clean up well yourself,” she said.
He reached out a hand, and Eliza took it, feeling the heat of his touch travel up her arm. Their palms fit well together, their fingers interlacing as if they were meant to be linked.
She had to stop with the hopelessly romantic thoughts. She barely knew Alan, dreamy though he was.
Troy had been dreamy once too, and she was still trying to forget how he became her nightmare.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Don’t you want to be surprised?” Alan winked, and she zoomed in on his long eyelashes. The boy was too pretty, damn it.
“I don’t really like surprises.” She adjusted her grip, like her hold would keep him from changing to a jackass if things progressed between them.
“Okay. We’re going to The Zoo. Do you know it?”
“Of course.” Everyone knew it. Within walking distance from campus, the bar was practically the college hangout, complete with cheap beer and indie bands. Truth be told, she’d hoped for dinner and a movie, but this wasn’t all bad. Not when she was with him. And he had to be into her, if he was taking her someplace they were bound to bump into people they knew. She beamed a smile his way.
He pulled her to a stop and gave her high, strappy sandals a meaningful look. “I thought you might want to avoid walking, so I’ll drive us. I promise not to drink.”
He tilted his head to something over her shoulder, and she glanced behind her, to see an old convertible. The classic yet timeless style fit him perfectly.
He led her to it with a palm on the small of her back, and got the door for her.
Eliza slid inside. “What a gentleman.”
He tipped an imaginary hat and rounded the car to get to his seat.
The date started off perfect, and Eliza let herself hope it would continue that way.
The short drive was promising too, with her making small talk, and him sending those mysterious smiles of his her way. He opened doors for her and held her hand while they meandered around tables inside the bar. The place wasn’t packed yet, but it would be; a local band was performing, and people would soon be streaming in. When they found a spot close to the stage, Eliza thought her luck was holding up.
She reconsidered once they made themselves as comfortable as the old wooden chairs would allow. Her ex-boyfriend and his buddies sat at the table to her right. She didn’t notice them when she first sat down, because Alan had been saying something incredibly profound. She couldn’t remember what, but his eyes shone, his brow was furrowed, and he seemed sad. When she saw the guys at the next table, it was too late to do anything but turn her chair sideways, to keep them at her back, and focus all her attention on her date.
“It wasn’t meant to be, I guess. At the time I thought it was true love, but I was alone in that.” Right. His last relationship. She sensed a lot of repressed feelings there, and felt honored she was the one he chose to open up to about it.
She smiled encouragingly, but he stopped talking and took her hand in both of his. “Enough about me,” he said. “I want to know all about you.”
She was flattered by his interest. “Well, there’s not much to tell.” She lowered her gaze to the table, wondering where to start. “I’m a second year, as you kn—”
“Actually, can you hold that thought?” He looked somewhere behind her and let go of her hand with a disarming smile. “I’ll get us something to drink.”
By the time it took Eliza to decide whether she should be offended by his apparent lack of interest, he was leaving the table. “I’ll have a diet Coke,” she said to his back. If he weren’t that cute, she’d probably write him off. Super shallow and all, but she could forego her better judgment in favor of hotness once in a while.
The moment Alan was out of sight, an annoyingly familiar voice reached Eliza’ ears. “Well, look at that, Troy. The guy dropped her faster than you did.”
Oh yay. The jerks had seen her.
To his credit, Troy said nothing, but Nate Briggs—best friend to the ass formerly known as her boyfriend—went on. “I mean, this one didn’t even get a kiss.”
“Cut it out, Nate,” Troy said flatly. The voice that used to make her shiver with lust now left her cold.
“Ah, come on. Let a man have some fun, will you?” Nate wasn’t the type to give up easily.
Eliza glared at him. In all honesty, every time Nate made fun of her, she wished the earth would open and swallow her whole. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of backing down. “What exactly is your problem?” She hoped she sounded disinterested enough.
“Don’t have one.” He sounded as cool as she wanted to seem. “Don’t need one. I don’t like you.” Eyes sparkling, he high-fived Ethan Something, who obviously found Nate’s comeback inspired.
Nope. He sure didn’t like her, and it was a pity. He was gorgeous—a real-life Adonis, with his green eyes, angelic face, and sculpted body. The eye-candy effect was ruined by the scorn he always directed toward her. He’d disliked her since he first met her, when she and Troy were still together. Eliza wanted to attribute it to the way she’d turned down his lewd efforts to pick her up, but she didn’t really believe that was the case. Some people didn’t need a reason to be assholes.
“Well, there you go then.” She waved a hand dismissively. “That’s your problem. Deal with it.” She inwardly prayed she’d heard the end of it.
Bill, the most decent of the group, chuckled. He was always nice to her, and now she graced him with a thankful smile.
He winked, then turned to Nate. “Man, you’re like a dog with a bone. Leave it alone, already. She and Troy don’t see a reason to be mean to each other.”
He was wrong, of course. Boy, did Eliza see a reason to be mean toward Troy. But she’d chosen the high road, and he seemed to respect that. Her ex hadn’t always been so magnanimous. Not when he told The Guys how useless she was in bed, after he took her virginity.
Not when Nate mocked her for weeks afterward, for being dumped, while Troy smirked.
She never found out what made Troy change his tune. He appeared at her house one day and apologized for everything. She hadn’t believed him, but for the year and a half since, he’d been more than civil.
It was more than could be said for Nate, who now leered at her. “Maybe I want her to be mean back. Nasty, even.” He waggled his tongue at her. “Come on. I bet you’ve learned a few tricks since Care Bear here.”
She wanted to hurt him. Severely. He had no right to rub her face in her past mistakes or to use her old pet name for Troy, stupid though it was. She was glad the room was dimly lit. Maybe he couldn’t see her blush.
The moment the thought crossed her mind, there was a loud puff, and the lights went out. If Nate said anything else, it was lost in the protests of the crowd, who were afraid the musicians wouldn’t be able to perform without electricity.
Eliza was too grateful for the reprieve the blackout gave her, to join in the protests. Alan wouldn’t find their table until the lights were back on, and by the time they did, Nate might have something else to keep him occupied.
There was a shift in the air around her, as though someone invaded her personal space. At first she thought they were trying to make their way around her table, but then fingers brushed her naked arms on their way up to her neck. She was too stunned to react when they got tangled in her hair and a warm breath caressed her cheek.
And then he kissed her.
That kiss… It was everything a kiss should be, full of yearning and promise.
The lights came on. Alan was approaching their table, drinks in hand. No way was he the one who kissed her in the dark. He’d been too far away.
She worried her lower lip with her teeth, as she tucked wayward locks back into her ponytail. She was sure she looked the way she felt.
Flustered.
Chapter Two
Eliza tried to get the kiss out of her mind the rest of the evening. She really did.
The band went on, and for a while she managed to enjoy the music and the company. Alan obviously sensed something had shifted in her view of him—maybe it was that she no longer hung on his every word—and was his most charming self.
“I love your eyes,” he said. “What do you call that color?”
“Brown?”
He was unfazed by her flat response. “No. Brown doesn’t describe the golden flecks in their depths.” He clasped her hand and leaned closer.
“Hazel, then?”
“Hazel.” He smiled as if she’d revealed the secret to happiness. Eliza didn’t share a fraction of his glee, or of the elation she’d felt when he asked her out. He was the same man she went out with, but he’d somehow lost his shine.
“And your hair—”
“Blonde,” she said.
“Oh, I know. But it looks like so much more. Like”—Dear Lord, he was going to say spun gold—“spun gold.”
“Right. That’s so nice of you to say.” She pulled away, pretending to need both hands to lift her cola.
“And this top…”
The man wouldn’t give up. And he shouldn’t have to. She agreed to go out with him and until moments ago flirted back. Unless she told him she’d changed her mind, he had no way of knowing she was no longer interested.
“You know, I noticed you the very first day of classes,” he said. “You were gorgeous in that short pink dress.”
Eliza hadn’t owned a short pink dress since she was six, and she hadn’t attended the first day of classes because of the flu. Still, she appreciated the effort. She nodded and smiled. How on earth didn’t she notice sooner that the man was full of crap?
They never had an actual conversation before, but she should have realized everything about him was rehearsed. His smile was the right amount of sad and promising, he had the puppy-eyed look down pat, and while he supposedly paid attention to what she was saying, he covertly scanned the crowd.
Alan Mayfield, the guy she pined over for weeks, was a player, and she never would have found out if it weren’t for her mysterious kisser.
She sighed at the memory of the most perfect kiss she ever shared with someone outside her imagination. Having no clue who she shared it with made her want to scream.
“You have such graceful fingers. Like a pianist.” Alan reached across the table, to caress her wrist with his thumb. “I play a little guitar, you know.”
Of course he did. Eliza tuned him out, letting him enjoy the sound of his own voice. She had more important things to focus on. Only the men within a ten-foot radius had time to kiss her and get back to their seats before the lights went on, and there were three tables that matched that description.
“Would you like another one?” Alan pointed to her half-finished Cola.
“Sure. Thank you.” She smiled. Without meaning to, he gave her time to evaluate her options. And he gauzed his, judging by his smile when he approached a brunette at the bar.
Eh. Eliza couldn’t begrudge him for trying his luck elsewhere, when she mentally walked out on him more than half an hour ago.
She stretched her neck and took in the cute, well-built guys at the table to her left. She recognized them. The one in the middle was a teaching assistant, and the other two were from his dorm. Their usually cl
ean-cut, what-you-see-is-what-you-get faces sported stubble tonight, and Eliza remembered hearing the TA—Sam or Sal or something—whining about an assignment that wouldn’t let him get any rest.
She smiled, and they all smiled back. Oh well. She wouldn’t mind if her mystery kisser was any of the three. They were all handsome and well built.
It could also be either of the guys sitting right opposite her, though she hoped that wasn’t the case. One was dressed like a biker, the leather pants and Harley jacket clashing with the thin wire frame of his spectacles and the glass of white wine in front of him. The other was too flashy for her tastes. She never went for guys wearing more color than she did, and his turquoise jacket would be deemed more, even if she’d had the entire rainbow on her.
She shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but she wrote off the two men and focused on the third table of possible kissers.
Her first instinct was to rule them out. They were The Guys. Troy’s buddies. With the exception of Bill, they wouldn’t bother being polite to her, let alone be interested in kissing her.
For the sake of thoroughness, she had to consider them on an individual basis. She’d know if it were Troy. His lips were always dry, and he made a sound when he kissed her—a combination between heavy breathing and a moan. It once made her hot, but now the thought of it raised her hackles. No way was it Ethan, either. Ethan would have stuck his hand up her skirt or grabbed her boobs, plus he was clean shaven.
Nate was out of the question, plain and simple.
That left Bill, who gave her an adorably goofy grin.
Nate noticed and smacked the back of Bill’s head with a dramatic roll of his eyes. God. Since the first time they laid eyes on each other, he never failed to get on Eliza’s nerves. And he obviously enjoyed it.
Last year
Eliza was half an hour early at the coffee shop, but she didn’t mind. It gave her enough time to compose herself to perfection. She’d look her best for her Troy.
