Desireé
I opened my eyes to see Tate fast asleep with his arm draped around my waist. The room we were in must be his childhood bedroom. I glanced around, taking in my surroundings and sighed.
Would his family really welcome me with open arms?
“Tate, wake up,” I whispered.
“Babe, go back to sleep,” Tate mumbled as he nestled his head in the crook of my neck.
“Papi, someone is at the door,” I replied.
“Dammit.” He mumbled under his breath and placed a kiss to my neck.
Tate stood up and staggered towards the door. A beautiful blonde stepped in and hugged him. I felt nothing but jealousy as he embraced her. Now, I know how he felt. They pulled apart and he led her over towards the bed.
“Babe, I want you to meet someone.” He started, “This is Rachel, my sister. Rachel, this is D
