Stacy slept thirty minutes into the movie, and Lucas ended up watching alone until he also felt sleepy. He spooned her into a position such that her butt was against his crotch. He felt at peace as he held her by her waist as sleep swept him into another world of fantasy.
The following day, Stacy woke up feeling a tight grip on her waist. She struggled to get out of the group, carefully not waking up a snoring Lucas. She stood by the side of the bed, admiring his beauty in the morning, and smiled before she took her small essential bag that was on the nightstand. She walked to the bathroom and sighed as she checked herself in the mirror. Her hair was tangled, and so were her clothes, which looked like they were fresh from the washing machine.
She then walked to the bathroom and switched
