So...not everyone review to chapter 2, but that's okay. I'll let you do that whenever you want. Sorry that this chapter is so short, but the next one will be longer.
Here's chapter 3
Hank made his way up to Ravens room to get his answers.
He found her sitting Indian-style on her bed flipping through a large leather-bound book. He knocked on the door frame to her room and she looked up.
"Hank," She said. "I was just, looking through some old pictures." She patted the spot next to her. "Come sit." He walked into the room and sat next to her on the bed. She didn't even flinch when the fur peeking out of his shirt touched her arm, she just scooted closer to him. "These are some of the pictures Charles and I took during our childhood."
He looked down at the book to see 8 pictures, 4 on each page, showing a little blonde girl, a young brunette boy and a older blonde woman that looked like both children.
"These were from my 12th birthday. Mother and Charles invited all their friends and family while I was getting fitted for clothes." Her fingers brushed the woman's smiling face and she sighed before turning to a new page.
"These were from our first Christmas." She said. "Mother went all out that year, our step-father was away on business." She turned another page, but these 8 pictures were of teenagers and the woman was older. "Charles was 17, I was 16 and mother wouldn't tell us how old she was." Raven remembered with a smile.
"She took us all over the world for our family vacation. California, Asia, India, Russia, but my favorite was when she took us to England to visit Grandmother Margret. Mother took us to even more of her favorite places, but she died when I turned 17. Charles transferred from Oxford and moved us into an apartment closer to NYU." Raven sighed and closed the book before leaning her head on Hanks shoulder. "I miss her so much."
"I can tell." Hank said softly. "Raven, I-"
"I know what you came up here to ask me." She cut in, not removing her head from his shoulder.
"Do you?" He asked and she nodded.
"You want to know why I didn't do the same thing to Erik that I did to Alex. Why I didn't convince him to stay." She was quiet for a moment before resuming. "I didn't convince him to stay because I knew that I didn't want someone like him in my life."
"Someone like who?" Hank asked. She pulled her head up from his shoulder and turned her head so she could look at him.
"Someone who needed to be convinced to stay with me." She said. "I want someone who would do anything for me without hesitation. I want someone who doesn't need to be asked to stay. I want someone who will love me for whoever I choose to be." Her eyes didn't release his gaze as she leaned her face closer to his. "I want someone like you."
She closed the space between them and pressed her lips to his. She didn't hesitate, she didn't shudder and she didn't look disgusted by him. She knew that he was what she wanted and he knew that she was what he wanted and neither of them knew if it would work.
The one thing they did know? They were going to take a chance.