You swore it would be a one time thing but Zane never had that intention, he always knew that ones he had you he would never let you go.

You wake up in Zane’s king sized bed alone hearing the faint sounds of drums playing. So you get out of his bed a little swore after last night and walk towards the sound after throwing on his shirt.

When you reach the source of the sound you see Zane playing the drums before he looks up and grins.

“Morning, tiger” zane says in his husky morning voice.