Chapter 12: I Want You, Tate
Tatum’s POV
At 10 p.m. on a Sunday, you would think the streets would be bare of cars or people walking since it’s the perfect time to be cuddled into bed and get as much rest as possible before Monday, the start of a new working week. But that’s not the case for Los Angeles.
There are always people out driving or walking the streets to wherever their desired location is. Growing up in L.A., this has always been the norm for me, and I’ve always wondered what it would be like to live in a small town in the middle of nowhere, and instead of listening to loud voices and heavy traffic, I’d get to hear the sound of insects communicating and the breeze rolling through the grass.