Lana’s POV
The next morning, I woke to Drake rolling over and snuggling into me. I felt wide awake and I realise I didn’t even take my sleeping tablets last night, yet I felt well rested. Tate stirring beside me before sitting up and looking down at me.
“Morning” He says leaning down and kissing me. Sparks rushing over my skin and I could feel his happiness radiating through the bond. Drake yawns rubbing his eyes before kissing my breast.
“Morning beautiful” He says before propping himself up on his elbow, his hand on my sternum. Tate leans over hesitantly trying to gauge Drake's reaction after last night. I could feel his worry that Drake would be back to his normal self, rejecting him like he usually does. Drake surprising both of us when he grabs the back of Tate’s head pulling him
