Lana’s POV
I woke to someone climbing in the bed, the bed dipping behind me, the light just breaking through the window indicating it was rather early in the morning. I knew instantly it was Drake, that he came back. His scent hitting my nose as he pulls me flush against him, his face pressed to the side of my neck. I can’t help the shiver that rushes over my body from the sparks bursting on my skin.
“I know you’re awake, I heard your heart rate pick up” He whispers before kissing the side of my neck, his arms tightening around me.
“Where is Tate?” I ask and he sighs
“Downstairs, passed out” He mutters. Nestling in closer to me before his hand moves underneath my shirt making me gasp as his fingertips trail gently over my abdomen.
“Do you still want me to go to the packhouse and mee
