To Give In

Chapter 5

Hey guys, So I know I've been lagging but I've been really trying to make sure every chapter is good before I put it up, plus I keep tweaking them so that its all cohessive. But due to the fact you guys have been waiting so long I was sure to make this chapter a long one. What do you guys wanna see happen next? Are you lovin' it hatin' it? Let me know. Be sure to vote, comment, and tell your friends if you like it. 

~Pic is Reina's Raven tattoo (the empty birdcage would be smaller and located on her left shoulder blade a little lower from the raven, so it looks like the raven is flying away from it) and the song is Andrew Belle, In My Veins. I kept hearing it in my head as I was writing this chapter. Do you guys like this idea of posting a song with each chapter, like a lil To Give In playlist? You will soon learn that music is very important to both Reina and Asher so hopefully this will help to get you guys more intuned with the characters and just like the chapters i'll switch with song POV so Reina chapters = Reina song, and vice a versa for Asher~

Kk guys enjoy

Kisses 

Gabby:)

Chapter 5

Reina

            He touched me. Asher touched me, swooped me up in his toned, muscular arms and held me suspended from the ground. And when he put me down I was staring at him. I held his anxious, burning gaze for a moment or maybe it was a millennium. They are so blue, so smooth, and so hard, so filled with…something, lust, love, confusion? My eyes travel down to his beautiful mouth, framed by plump and rosy lips, and for the first time in 17 years, I want to be kissed. I want to feel his mouth on mine; I want him to claim me.

            “Goodbye Reina,” he said.

            I knew I was blushing terribly. I turned around and but my lip as I walked down the dirt path towards the monstrosity that was now my home. I opened the grand door and walked into the foyer. The scent of polished wood and light citrus greeted me and I smiled warmly, still lost in a daze…He touched me. I walked up the winding staircase and down the expansive hallway and turned left into my room. I closed the door behind me as I sink down to my floor giggling like an idiot. I touched my lips and briefly entertained the idea that Asher would want to kiss me. Maybe he does, he did ask me out. God, I don’t think I’ve lied more in that sentence than I have all month. First of all I love coffee, and when I say coffee I mean coffee. Not fruh-fruh skim milk caramel macchiato bullshit, I mean a cup of drip coffee with maybe a little cream. Yes, I have been known to indulge in an eggnog latte or two during the holidays but when I want coffee I drink coffee! Secondly, my grandparents wouldn’t care if I started dating. In fact they would probably encourage any type of association with the outside world. Fact is I’m simply not ready. I go to school, I come home, and that’s it. No risk of exposure, no risk of her ever finding me. My grandparents don’t want to involve the cops and frankly neither do I. I mean yes, she did what she did, but I can’t put her in jail for something she can’t control. I just want her to stay out of my life, she owes me that much. I stood up and walked to my closet and stripped myself of my cardigan and skirt, smiling as I peered at my tattoos The open birdcage on my left shoulder blade and the raven on my right. I slip into my red plaid P.J. boxers and slip off my tank top revealing my third tattoo the roses that climb up my side covering that damn jagged scar, and then pull on my black thermal, and my black fuzzy slippers. I brushed out my curls and washed off the black makeup soon I find myself baby-faced in pajamas in my kitchen with soft waves tumbling down my back. The house was empty and soft afternoon light flooded in from the glass dining room the whole house took on a romantic feel with the trees waving gently side to side in a silent dace and the shadows bounced off the cabinets and danced on the gradient countertop. How ironic that I’m home all alone, when the house has subconsciously set the mood for two. On the fridge I find a post-it note with a message written in my grandmother’s perfect handwriting.