Libby licked her lips. All of a sudden there was too much saliva in her mouth, too much heat in the room. She kicked off the covers and returned to laying on her back with the phone inches from her face. When Reagan sat back with obvious pride at having completed the first task and created a shape that didn’t fly off the wheel as it spun, Libby smiled too. Her body wasn’t ready for the second attack. After a cut in the film, the camera lens was set much closer to get a better view of Reagan’s hands as she worked. Shit. The ache that started low in her belly was unmistakable and left her
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