Cassidy's POV
I pressed a kiss to Alex's lips before he left to get us drinks. I was happy. Happier than I had been in a long time, since my mama's death. I would never get over it but I accepted that she was gone. Still, I would miss her so much. Being with Alex helped. He made me happy.
A cough interrupted my musings. I looked up to see a dark haired man smiling at me. I blinked.
"Can I help you?" I asked.
He grinned. Placing a hand on my cheek, he leaned in and kissed me. My eyes widened and I gasped. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, muffling the sound of shock. I pushed at him but he didn't budge; like my efforts were equivalent to a new born kitten. No. NO. This was wrong. He's not Alex. Oh god. Alex! Alex, help me.