“What are you talking about?” He says and I look to Tate, I have no doubt he could feel it too if I could.
“Every time you have been with someone else, I could feel it” Tate answers and Drake looks at him shocked and also horrified.
“But I haven’t marked you” He says exasperated.
“It doesn’t matter, we have met. I haven’t been with anyone since I met you Drake, yet I could always tell when you were with someone, I couldn’t bring myself to do that to you” Tate says looking away.
“But you were with Melinda” Drake yells at him. Tate shakes his head.
“I was with Melinda, but I never fucked her Drake, we fooled around but I never stuck my fucking dick in her” Tate snaps at him.
“Then why didn’t you say anything, how was I supposed to know” Drake demands angrily.
“You want to know why I am on anti-depressants, because I couldn’t live with it, I tried to kill myself because I couldn’t handle the pain anymore, didn’t want to feel you with someone else. Look I get it I was sixteen, I didn’t expect you to not look elsewhere at first I welcomed the idea until I realised how badly it hurt once I figured out what it was” I snap at him.
“You should have told me, is this why you never wanted to speak to us? Why didn’t one of you tell me, I wouldn’t have done anything if I knew it would hurt you” Drake says turning to glare at Tate.
“Just let me go please, I want to have a shower” I tell him, he reluctantly lets go turning to Tate. I shut the door, embarrassed and angry. I felt so many emotions, yet I couldn’t blame him. He was a grown man when we met, I didn’t believe they would remain faithful, so I was shocked when I found out Tate had been and knew it was Drake, yet Tate has put up with it for over a decade and yet I could tell he still loves Drake, loves him enough not to tell him he hurt him. How lonely those eleven years must have been for them, loving someone from afar and not acting on it, so was I any better denying them?
I turn on the shower and could hear them arguing on the other side of the door. Shaking my head, I step in grabbing the loofah and washing myself. Washing my hair, I hear the door open trying to wash the soap out so I could see without burning my eyes out of my skull from the soap.
Drake was sitting on the sink basin; I turn away from him not that he was looking anyway, his eyes glued to the floor.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know Lana. If I did, I never would have, you have to believe me” He says, making me look over my shoulder at him.
“Why didn’t your mother tell me, geez I am surprised she didn’t come to kill me” He says rubbing his hand down his face.
“Only Arial knew” I tell him, and he looks up at me, his eyes trailing down my body before he looks away.
“You never told them?” I shake my head, grabbing the conditioner and pouring some in my hand.
“Where is Tate?” I ask changing the topic.
“Went for a run, we had an argument”
“I heard” I tell him scrubbing my hair when I hear the shower screen open. Drake steps in and I move over turning my back so he can’t see me.
“Don’t do that please” He says.
“Do what?”
“Turn away from me, I really had no idea Lana. I thought I had to mark you, for you to feel that. I never wanted to hurt you” He says, and I feel his hand trail down my back to my hip. I wash the conditioner out before I feel his hands replace mine rinsing it out.
“You have really long hair” He says, as I feel his hand run down the length of it to my ass. I nod, I did have long hair, my mother always loved brushing our hair and would rarely let us cut it.
I feel his fingers trail along my hips, and I turn facing him, his eyes going to my breasts before trailing down the rest of me. He smiles and I raise an eyebrow at him.
“I swear on the moon goddess I didn’t know” He says, grabbing my face.
“So, you swear on my great however many greats grandmother?” I ask my lips tugging up, at how strange that sounds.
“Yes, I suppose that would be correct then” His eyes softening, and I could see the guilt in them, he truly didn’t mean to hurt us. I nod not knowing what else to say.
“I’m still not letting you mark me till you have marked Tate” I tell him, and he sighs.
“You made him wait eleven years. Don’t you think you owe him, owe yourself? What’s stopping you now? You said you don’t care anymore that you want to be with us, then prove it” I tell him before getting out and grabbing my towel.
“It’s not that simple Lana, we have years of history”
“It is that simple Drake, he wants to be with you, even after what you have done, don’t make him wait any longer” I tell him before walking out and shutting the door.
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 out. Looking in the fridge, I see both their plates sitting in the fridge and look over the door at him.
“You two didn’t eat your dinner I made,” I tell him, a little upset.
“We didn’t know you were making us anything, we can heat it up for lunch” Tate says, and I continue to rummage around before finding my second favourite food, Bacon. Grabbing a frypan, I turn on the element, letting it heat up while I grab the eggs and bread.
“Are you angry because we looked in your bag, or because of last night?” Tate asks, making me look at him.
“Both and I am not angry, just done with the conversation, you and Drake need to sort out your problems” I tell him, opening the bacon and placing some in the frypan.
Tate sighs but adds nothing instead watches me cook.