Lana’s POV

Getting dressed Tate walks in, I was only standing in jeans and a bra. He steps closer and I raise an eyebrow at him, and he drops his hands to his side before looking away.

“You’re still angry?” He says and I don’t bother answering, instead pull my shirt on over my head. Tate sighs looking to the bathroom door as it opens and Drake steps out.

“I’m going to cook breakfast” I tell them, stepping out of the room. I hear Tate say something to Drake that earns him a growl before hearing Tate follow after me. He perches himself on the stool while I grab ingredients...