What if I had never broken up with Zander for Tate?
I groaned as I woke up on someone’s chest.
The sun was attempting to break through the blinds on the window and a few streaks made their way into the room. It felt like another perfect day.
I felt an arm tighten around me before fingers danced in my hair. “Good morning,” A deep voice murmured.
I looked up at my boyfriend, Zander Craft and smiled. “Morning, handsome.”
“How did you sleep?”
“I had a weird dream. We weren’t together.”
“So who were we with?" Zander questioned.
“You were with Charleen,” I informed him.
“Charleen?” He laughed. “I’ve never even spoken to her other than maybe an ‘excuse me’.”
“I told you it was a weird dream,” I reminded him.
“Well who were you with?”
“Don’t get mad,”
“Tate, huh?” I nodded. “Well
