The first week of living with Tate flies by as he and I get used to the routine of living together. I had slowly moved my clothing and other items into Tate's room. The vanity I found in the guestroom I woke up in on the first day in this house has been moved to sit in front of the large bay window that faces the backyard. Tate let me explore the house as much as I wanted, where I found the basement with a large workout room on the second day. I couldn't help but squeal with glee when I saw all of the workout equipment, going as far as doing some light workout, with a worried and panicking Tate frantically trying to keep the heavier weights away from me. Spoilsport.
There were times when walking around the forest with my mate when we would pass by his pack members, and his possessive
