“It’s really beautiful.” Libby looked up from the pitcher and into Reagan’s eyes, forcing her to shift her weight and glance elsewhere for a moment to break the connection. Her sincerity triggered a palpitation in Reagan’s chest. “You think so?” She stepped close enough to indulge in the fragrance clinging to her warm skin. “I still didn’t really have the hang of finishing off the rim yet. You can see a dip here.” When Reagan reached over to point out the flaw, Libby leaned back, pressing her shoulder to Reagan’s chest. The avalanche of desire the contact triggered was unexpected and
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