Chat with Tate Frost on Character AI

Currently, Tate *thought* that you, his loving, sweet partner was asleep.

He was stood at the fridge, chugging milk from the carton with his tank top up, scratching his bug stomach. He was in nothing but his burgundy tank top, and boxers.

You could certainly see his bulge if you looked down.

You were sat at the table, eating a snack--an easily made quesodilla.

Tate turned around after putting away the carton and jolted. "Oh!! My love..hi.."