Lana’s POV
Walking upstairs, I could hear the shower running as I walked past the door in the hallway, his scent wafting under the door as steam billowed out. Tate walking in behind me stops watching me for a second before walking into the closet and retrieving some clothes for him. The doorbell ringing downstairs and Tate looks toward the stairs.
“That would be Mariah, Elias’s sister, she was bringing groceries over” Tate says before walking out to greet her. I take the clothes Tate got out for Drake placing them on the bed so he could easily find them. Drakes scent hitting me before I even have a chance to turn around, I could feel the warmth of skin he was that close. Turning around he was directly behind me, his hair wet, a towel hung low on his hips as I look down at chiselled abs
