Blake's POV. (My treat because I know I pissed you off big time in the last chapter)

Her lips were perfect.

The same soft, plump, red lips I had kissed years before. The lips that I had kissed in my wedding. They were also the first lips I had ever kissed, believe it or not.

Alison Williams was my first kiss.

And she didn't even know that.

I could feel her tense beneath me, as I moved my lips against her still ones. Maybe seconds. Minutes. Hours later did she react. And it was the exact way I had predicted her to.

She bit my lip. Hard.

I pulled away immediately, yelping in pain as I felt the familiar metallic taste of blood running into my mouth.

"What the fuck Alison?"

The pain in my lip was minor to the amount of hurt that had bloomed in my heart and my bashed pride. It was as if someone had light a candle on my chest, laughing cruelly as the orange flames began to spit at my skin.

"What the fuck?!"she roared, her eyes narrowed down at me with unmistakable hate,"What the fuck? You fucking kissed me, you asshole! Without my fucking permission and with the damned knowledge that I hate you!"

I hate you.

She hated me. My vision began to become blurry but I held them back defiantly.

Men don't cry.

My father had uttered the same words, and I would live up to them. Even if I hated him, his words were drilled prominently in me.

However the distant cracking of my heart was near enough to have me in tears. I have only cried twice in my entire life. Once for my mother. And the second when I comprehended the amount of pressure I had put on Alison and when the news the she had left me really started to hit home. But other than that, I refused to allow myself to shed any useless transparent liquid.

At the moment, I wanted to fall onto my knees and apologise profusely but I knew that Alison wouldn't buy it. She would probably only laugh at my pathetic state or demand to me stand the hell up. I just didn't know what to do.

I didn't regret kissing her. Far from that really. Heck, I wouldn't mind do that again and more. But the fact that she hated it was a huge blow to my ego.

So instead of breaking down before the love of my life, I replied cockily,"You and I both know that you enjoyed that as much as I did."

She scoffed, throwing her hands up,"You know what I hate about you, Blake Ryder?"

I raised an eyebrow, internally dreading her answer.

"It's that even after that, you still act like it was the most unimportant thing in the world. Like it was something you did every day. You're still that cocky, egoistic man."

I narrowed my eyes at her. I wasn't liking the way she was stating out the facts. I didn't like the way that she uttered such harsh words that as much I hated to believe, was right.

"Shut up Alison."I muttered, my eyes trained on her shoulder.

I didn't want to see the endless waves of hate in her eyes. Or the hurt that lingered in the crooks and crannies of them. I didn't want to see the destruction I had caused.

"No!"she exclaimed,"I will not shut up! I will tell you whatever the fuck I want to, and you will fucking listen!"

I hated seeing her so riled because of me. So with the thought in mind, I stayed silent.

She waited for me to retort but seeing that the pitch was all clear she began,"I don't care if you are richest man on earth but it makes no difference on how you treat people. You can't just kiss a girl and act all superior after that."

"I wasn't acting superior!"I huffed, indignantly.

"Shut up and let me speak!"

I pursued my lips. I wasn't used to be spoken to like this. Like I was a child.

"That could've been my first kiss, for God's sake!"

I smirked smugly. The kiss at our wedding still remained firm at the front of my mind.

"I took your first kiss, at our wedding."

Her cheeks flushed and she narrowed her eyes at me. The action seemed quite adorable on her.

"Didn't I tell you that I had a boyfriend before marrying you, you dumbfuck? He took my first kiss."she snapped.

No. No he didn't.

I refused to believe such a lie. I was her first kiss, and that was final.

"Nice save Ali."I grinned, waving my hand carelessly.

She was lying. Her expression was slightly hesitant, like she was contemplating her decision.

She stamped her foot, and I was remained of a child demanding treats,"He did take my first kiss! Not you!"

I was taken aback at the sudden ferocity in her tone as she yelled. Was she really telling the truth? Was I really not her first kiss? The thought was enough to have me stagger backwards slightly. My eyes widened and they flickered towards Alison, afraid that she caught on the action. Her eyes were still trained on my face and they were glaring angrily at me.

She hadn't seen me.

Thank god. That was a slip up of my vulnerability.

I returned her glare,"I took your first kiss!"

I had the distinct impression of childish manner as we argued over her first kiss.

"No you didn't!"

"Yes I did!"

If anyone walked into our conversation they would've either been utterly confused or doubled over in laughter at the image of two grown adults arguing, childishly.

"You're too fucking egoistic Blake! You think that everything works your way but it doesn't! You aren't the fucking boss. I don't listen to you. So stop being the spoilt, rude manwhore that everyone thinks you are because it isn't going to get you anywhere!"

And that did it. All my bottled up emotions seemed to have burst open, their contents spilling over the white marble.

"You don't think I want to! You don't think that I want people to actually like me other than their fake and forced expressions? Do you think that I like that? I want to be likeable! But I can't bring myself to be able to."

My voice which had first been loud and definite had lowered considerably, units it was only a whisper drifting in the wind.

Alison gazed at my sympathetically.

"Don't look at me like that."I snapped.

I had shown a flicker of vulnerability and that was not okay. She must think that I am some sort of wuss. She would not want me then. Women want strong, reliable men. Not ones that would cry at the smallest of problems.

I wanted, no, needed to be the best for her. She deserves the best. The best of the best. And I would try and be the best for her.

Her voice was surprisingly soft as she spoke,"It's okay you know. It's okay to show your feelings for a while. You don't need to have the cold exterior on you all the time."

Her voice was like a new era. A soft, soothing hand that ran through my hair, washing away all my fears.

"Maybe."

It was one of the few times when we conversed that we weren't screaming at each other.

"You're a good man."she said, thoughtfully, however I could the slight doubt in her voice,"But you just have a different way of showing it."

Then she turned around, opened the door, turned around to grin at me before disappearing into the depths of the restaurant.

And she was gone.
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Hopefully this made up for the last chapter. Sorry again for pissing you all off!

QUESTION: What is your favourite ice cream flavour?
Answer: Well duh chocolate. Friggin double chocolate.