Drake POV
I look around Langdon's house in awe. It's large, to me it's like a mansion, but he assures me that it's quite small compared to the pack house and I believe him, but it's still impressive none the less. Damien has gone to secure us all drinks and Langdon is busy showing me the 'tour' of his place, stopping tracks in the bedroom. I stare at the bed. We're definitely going to need a bigger one, if all three of us are going to share it. Langdon sees where I;m looking "I'll get a larger one" he tells me firmly, a small smile on his face "if you're anything like Damien you probably take up half of it as well."
I shrug. Truth be told, I can't wait to feel him next to me, listening to his snores as he sleeps. The big man blinks at me, and goes to turn away, when I stop him.
My hand
