Chapter 7.2

Alana felt his breath on her neck, as she began to feel hot. She never felt Phil this close to her. In her head, she wanted him to stay there for a long time. But, she couldn't help but remember her pride being stabbed in front of everybody. Alana pushed him away, as she furthered her distance from him.

Punk locked his eyes on her, and his stare was like a magnet. It nearly forced her to look back at him. However, she quelled it by covering her face with her hand. Afterwards, in a deliberate attempt, Punk pushed her hand down, causing her to turn completely away from him. Alana stared out the window, feeling a bit afraid.

She felt her pulse rising, her ears drumming. What was he doing here? She didn't expect him to be here. Alana pictured Punk and her never speaking to each other again. She was careful, she didn't want to Punk to notice how unstable she is from his presence.

"Alana, I don't know what to say. I'm really sorry." Punk said, as he tried to hide the small cracks in his voice. Alana could tell he was upset. Alana almost twitched so slightly, to his vulnerability.

However, Alana didn't move, neither did she say a word to Punk. There was no way in hell; she was going to let him off the hook so easily. He'd better fall on his knees, beg for her forgiveness, and then kiss his feet. It's the least he could do.

Even though, it would never happen. She couldn't picture Phil being so apologetic. He was an honest simple man, with complicated feelings. However, if he'd ever fall on his knees, she would stop. It wasn't Alana's forte for desperate men. It was a huge turn-off. Probably one of the reasons why she'd get so hurt easily.

Alana felt him shift behind her. Right then, she turned her head around to see if he'd actually was on his knees and was about to stop him. But actually he sat right beside her, staring at her right in the face.

"Dammit." She muttered, very quietly.

She was unsure if Punk heard. Alana was about to turn back around, but he cupped her chin with his hand to stop. "Oh no you don't. You turned around. Stay right where you are." Punk demanded softly.

Alana tried to fight back, and try to fight back her agony. But he was so persistent that a tear drizzle down to her chin. Alana bit her lip, vividly showing her anger and resentment. Looking into his hazel eyes directly caused her memory in the hotel room to keep replaying in her head. She couldn't help it anymore. She cried as she leaned against Punk's hand that was holding her chin. She couldn't say anything. Everything that was being displayed was enough to push Punk over to the edge.

He was genuinely sorry. He looked angry and yet determined. Alana tried to look away again, but Punk still wouldn't allow it.

"I'm so sorry, Alana." He paused. There was no hesitation. He had a moment of thought before speaking again. "I know what you been through. For me to be so insensitive towards you is unforgivable on my part. And all the selfless things you have done for me…I can't begin to tell you how sorry I feel right now. I would do anything to make you feel better." He said, again with a small crack heard in his voice. Alana could see a tear almost in his eyes. Usually she had to force herself to look away. Seeing men cry made her cringe. But when it came to him, she wanted to understand everything he was feeling, especially right now.

"That is not enough." Alana finally spoke, quietly, with so breaks in her voice, obvious from the sobbing.

"What more can I do?" Punk asked smoothly. He seemed so child-like.

"Kiss me." Alana said, bluntly.

Punk looked shocked. He didn't know what to say. Punk was speechless.

Alana felt intensely nervous but unrelenting. For the first time, Alana decided to be daring. It was probably the first time; she put their relationship at risk. She did it because she loved him. If he'd only understand. At the same time, she felt stupid. "I've always wanted you to kiss me." Alana said, a little more quietly.

"Well this isn't what I expected to hear." He said, abruptly, giving her a sheepish look.

Alana's heart fell. Did he just reject her? Oh my God, she is so stupid.

"I wanted you to want to kiss me." He said, coming very close to her. He brushed her nose with his. His lips were so close to her; it turned into a smirk, sticking his tongue at her.

"What?" Alana whispered, in shock. Did he just admit what she thought he admitted? Before she could say another word, he kissed her.

Her eyes were opening, watching him. She just couldn't believe. After all these years, they shared a kiss.

She lightly touched his warm cheeks. Punk opened his eyes, gazing at her, with a hint of lust. Alana blushed. The way he smirked at her, it made Alana to shy away. This only lead him to kiss her deeper, as their tongues flicked. Unconsciously, she moaned, as he bit her lip, then licking it gently. He was so gentle. The fact that other women kissed his gentle lips made her jealous. Punk pushed her hair to the side, as he softly pressed his lips to hers. It was passionate kiss. He was breathing hard, and it made Alana smile.

With one hand, Punk wrapped his arms around her back, drawing them closer, their bodies were touching. She felt cold, and finally he made her feel warm and protected. His strong arms gently caressed his shoulders. With his other hand, he held her chin more up to him, to have better access as he began to explore.

"Phil…" she moaned. Alana couldn't even explain what she was feeling. Her world was spinning around and around faster than any speed on any galaxy.

"Shh…"

"We have to talk about this" Alana tried to speak out.

"We don't have to. I like you, Alana. I like you a lot."

Alana froze. Punk paused as he looked at her, smiling. She remained quiet, searching his eyes. He was telling the truth. His eyes. His beautiful eyes. They way, he stared at her. This time, Alana smirked. Before he had any say, she kissed him taking him by surprising. He lightly laughed, looking happy.

They both sat in the ice cream shop, realizing for the first time that they were in love with each other.

While on the other side of the window, watching from afar…

"Look girl, don't you think you stared enough at the couple."

"Yes, I guess. Want me to tell you a little secret?"

"What's that?"

"That bitch is kissing my husband. She has no idea what's in store for her."

Sylvia glared out from the cab she was sitting in, as she caught the one she loved kissing the one she trusted the most—her sister. Sylvia smiled, feeling the blistering anger boiling inside of her. She had so much to do in a little time, but when the grand finale comes, that beautiful sister of hers will be gone forever… just like she was.