I felt kinda creepy watching Hadley and Eden dating. I guess it was kinda creepy that I watched him and the kids so often anyway, but y’know. It just felt even more creepy to watch my husband dating.
I guess I should’ve seen it coming, really. That when I next walked into his dream I would get asked if he should ask Eden to be his girlfriend. I didn’t want to come back here. I laid there with him until he woke up, and when I found myself alone in my own bed again, I cuddled the duvet against me, turning into a total emo child.
Cayden found me moping about in a bar late the next evening.
"Thought I'd find you here," he said. I responded to his arrival by drinking some more. Not that the sight of him made me want to drink myself stupid or anything, it was just that I was already in here moping, I didn’t need him making me mope more by having his little boy toy following him around like a lost sheep. “What’s wrong?”
"Hadley officially asked Eden out and just bleh. He's moving on and I'm stuck in a rut."
"You just need to meet some people, man."
"Yeah, and being drunk and whoring around worked when I was alive, so why wouldn't it work here?" I asked.
"Because that won't get you anything steady." Who said I was after anything steady? I wanted Hadley, not someone new.
"I got you," I said, feeling the urge to argue with him over it anyway.
"Yeah, and look how well that ended."
"I was with you long enough, and then I married your brother. It wasn't exactly bad going until I couldn't keep it in my pants long enough to persuade him into bed." He patted my head, and not knowing what to say to that, I just went back to my drink, which was promptly stolen from me.
"Lucky for you, I've spent today matchmaking." I arched my eyebrow at that. Was my moping really annoying him that much that he felt the need to go out and find someone for me? He downed the last of my drink. "Follow me and I'll introduce you to the second best man of your dreams."
"Hey,” the guy Cayden had found for me said. I looked him over and fuck, I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t hot but... well, yeah, he wasn’t my Bunny. But I guess I’ll have to deal with that, right? He was maybe about six feet tall, the same as Alex, brown hair and these dark eyes that looked like they could see right through me.
"Hey,” I replied, managing a small smile back.
"Maxxie, but I'm guessing Cayden already told you that?"
"Yeah,” he laughed a little. "You're hotter than he said you'd be."
"Don't lie,” Cayden said, sort of glowering in Ash’s direction. I blushed, feeling all embarrassed as Ash flashed me another smile.
"Wanna go for a drink?"
He took me off to another bar, one that was more for socialising than getting drunk, which was fine by me, as long as they still served alcohol.
They did, and so I continued on my quest to drink for England, despite the fact I had company now. He asked me stuff about myself, which I answered and somehow I managed to ask him a few things too, which he also answered. Apart from the fact that I was trying to see if you could destroy a liver in this after life thing, it was all pretty civilised, I guess.
"So how do you know Cay?" he asked.
"We used to go out, and then I married his brother, and then we both died,” I told him in a sort of rush, realising that I was quite drunk.
“Oh,” he laughed a little.
"How come you agreed to come meet me anyway?"
"He said you were cute and single," he told me.
"So he hasn't told you that I've been moping around since I died and need someone to distract me then?"
"He mentioned it."
"Well I guess if you don't mind hanging around with an emotional fuck up then who am I to stop you?" I slurred, giggling a little bit.
"You're drunk,” he laughed.
"That must be why I'm thinking about kissing you," I nodded to myself, seriously contemplating it.
"Must be." And with that I planted a sloppy, drunk kiss on his lips. He kissed back and the next thing I knew, we were making out. “How about we go somewhere a little more private?” he asked, grabbing my ass.
“Maybe. I’m very drunk, this is mean.”
He laughed again. I liked his laugh. "I could always wait til you're sober."
I pushed my hips into his, “you could.” He let out a chuckle and took me back to his place. I didn’t really pay much attention to what it looked like, all I wanted was to get in his pants. He was actually pretty decent. I was like putty in his hands and he could’ve had me as many times as he could get it up, but we spent a lot of time making out and exploring each other before we wound up in bed. I liked him.