I had an appointment with my advisor Monday morning before class. If I hadn’t set it up the week before and it was basically the only free hour we had open at the same time, I would’ve blown it off and stayed wrapped in Reese’s arms. As it was, I groaned in rebellion when I had to untangle my limbs from hers.
“I have a meeting with my advisor.” I nuzzled my nose into the back of her hair before reluctantly letting go and sitting up. “I’m tossing around the idea of changing my major to psychology.”
“Nooo,” Reese moaned, reaching for me, only to pause and open her eyes. “Wait. Really? Psychology?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged, feeling bashful. “A client gave me the idea, actually. I mean, not a real client. We never had s*x, but she’d call me anyway because she was lonely and depressed and just wan
