“Stop being afraid,” Reagan said as she swooped forward, cupping Libby’s face as she wiped the tear away with her thumb. “I’m not afraid. And nothing I feel for you is a lie,” she said before pressing Libby’s mouth to hers. Libby wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled her in like a drowning woman desperate for oxygen. Parting her lips, Libby overpowered her and took decisive control of the kiss.
