Lana POV
It was sunrise when I felt the bed dip waking me. Drake crawling in next to Tate and snuggling into him. Through the bond all I felt was exhaustion like he had literally been running all night. I wait for him to start snoring before hopping out of bed now wide awake. Getting dressed I walk downstairs and turn the kettle on to make myself a coffee and pop some bread in the toaster.
Tate walking down sluggishly as he walks into the kitchen before opening the fridge and drinking some juice straight from the carton.
“Morning” He mumbles. I grab another cup down to make his coffee when the front door opens. Tate groans as my sister waltzes on in like she owns the place.
“Good coffee” She says when she smells the caffeine. I chuckle, grabbing another mug down.
“To early to hear
