(Tracey’s POV)
Lucas and I spent our morning in bed. We were both exhausted after last night’s festivities and my ankles look like I’ve grown flesh-colored pillows around them. They hurt, too. Like, a lot! Lizzy says it's from the pressure the water is putting on them. All I know is it’s extremely uncomfortable.
Thankfully, Lucas was content to just be lazy with me this morning. He just left to go into the office for a few hours. So now I’m sitting here with a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream pouting because he had to go.
To make matters worse, there’s absolutely nothing on TV today and I’ve already finished my book. So, in short, I’ve got nothing to do.
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It’s been five hours since Lucas left. After thirty minutes of ice cream and channel surfing to no avail, I got so bored
