#Chapter125
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.
