Tabitha nearly jumped when Trace sat down on the couch that she was laying on and reached for her feet. She was about to pull them back from him when he began to rub them, earning a soft sound of pleasure from her instead as she started to relax once more.
"Why are you surprised? A person needs to learn the skills to get them further in life. College is just one of them. My major is killing me though." She bemoaned the fact that she had to study business and that she honestly wasnt all that good at it. Numbers had never been her forte. She was an artist at heart and while she was able to wiggle in a few art classes, her day was filled with the major her grandmother had chosen for her.