Lana POV
Opening my eyes, I was not in the room I fell asleep in, I was also very aware of the body pressed against mine and the warmth their skin offered. Rolling over I find Tate, he rolls onto his back and I lay my head on his chest, tingles spreading along my cheek and across my arms as I snuggle into his warmth.
I notice Drake laying beside him snoring softly, Tate moves, and I can feel through the bond that he is awake, as his mind comes alert to his surroundings and me laying on top of him. I half expected him to move me off him after last night, but instead he plays with my hair that is scattered over his arm and chest. I prop my chin on his chest looking up at him.
“What time did you two get home?”
“Not sure” He says brushing my hair behind my ear.
“Are you still mad at me?
