Lana’s POV
Walking out of the bathroom, I head downstairs to heat up Drake's dinner for him. A few minutes later he walks down with Tate. Both wearing flannelette pyjama shorts, both theirs chests bare, my eyes trailing over their muscular bodies before I look away when Tate smirks at my perverted gawking. It was hard not to, I may still be a virgin, but I wasn’t blind to their godlike manly bodies.
“Sit” I tell Drake and he does, and I wait for his dinner to heat before placing it in front of him before kissing the side of his neck, his hand going to the back of my head before I kiss the side of his jaw.
“Eat” I tell him, standing up only to have Tate wrap his arms around my waist from behind. His face going to my neck as his stubble scratches against my skin making me shiver before
