Capítulo 22: Chapter 22

Drake POV

Getting home, I find Lana watching a movie with Tate. Walking in, I lean over the couch pecking her head, she smelt strongly of Tate like they had been around each other all day, jealousy flaring to life in me.

"I made chicken enchiladas for dinner" Lana tells me pointing to the table. I look over to see a plate with foil on it.

"What took you so long?" She asks her fingers rubbing my stubble as she looked up at me.

"I lost track of time" I tell her, Tate huffs beside her not believing me making Lana look at him. Stalking off upstairs, I walk to the bedroom flicking the bedroom light on when I hear footsteps on the stairs, Tate s scent hitting me a moment before he steps into the room closing the door.

"What s going on?" He asks, following me into the bathroom.

"Do you mind?" I tell him as I start stripping my shirt off.