Reagan was kind of hurt but mostly embarrassed. She tried to convince Amy that she wasn't but she was. When Reagan had reached for Amy's hand Amy had snatched it away like Reagan's touch was that of hot coals. They had been dating for four weeks now and Reagan had found out that Amy wasn't one for PDA, not even the smallest kind.

"Not right now." Amy apologised averting her eyes to the ground.

"Oh...sorry." Reagan replied with a frown while wiping her now sweaty hand on her jeans and wandered off into the crime/thriller section without a glance back. Amy looked through the shelves and watched Reagan disappear. She scolded herself, yet again. She could make out with Reagan in her truck like there was no tomorrow but she just couldn't bring herself to get affectionate with Reagan in public. Even something as small as hand holding.

"Ughhh." Amy groaned loudly in annoyance. A small grey haired man tutted in her direction and shook his head while placing a finger to his lips. "Be quiet old man." Amy muttered under her breath while grabbing a cookbook and heading in Reagan's direction.

Amy spotted Reagan thumbing through a Sue Grafton book, one from the Kinsey Millhone Mysteries Series and suddenly she felt a surge of regret rushing through her. This is the reason they were at the library in the first place. Reagan had been so excited to introduce Amy to her favourite book series and now she was left embarrassed and hurt while reading alone. Her brows were creased in frustration or maybe it was concentration...Amy couldn't tell. Her legs were crossed while she leaned back on the bookshelf, her leather jacket creaking a little with the speed she was thumbing through the book. Reagan's eyes scanned the pages with familiarity, she had seen these words so many times before, a small smile had formed on her lips while she did so, clearly enjoying her experience, an experience Amy was missing out on because she was being so silly about her girlfriend wanting to hold her hand in a library that had less than 10 people in it. Reagan sensed a presence and looked up at Amy. The smiled slipped from her lips and then quickly reformed, more for Amy's sake than her own and then she dropped her head again in concentration. Amy kept her distance, she didn't want to do anything else stupid so she watched Reagan's expression change from smiles to concern and back to smiles again. She was shifting on her feet a lot and eventually she walked over one of the few chairs and settees available. Amy followed.

Reagan dropped herself into a one seated red leather settee and crossed her legs. Amy cringed, there were plenty of two seater settees available but Reagan had chosen to sit alone, she was punishing her. She felt silly with her colourful cookbook but couldn't be bothered to find anything else so decided to at least crack it open. Amy flicked absently through the pages while eyeing Reagan and Reagan had definitely noticed. She licked her lips nervously and pushed a hand through her hair all in an attempt to avoid looking back at Amy. Finally she snapped.

"What do you want Amy?" Reagan sighed looking up from her book.

"I..I'm." Amy stuttered.

Reagan widened her eyes impatiently.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I'm just not comfortable with PDA right now" Amy muttered.

"Listen, it's fine I get it. You're a baby dyke." Reagan replied with a small smile.

"A what?." Amy laughed.

"A baby dyke. Fresh out of the closet. First girlfrie-"

'"First love." Amy faked swooned batting her eyelashes.

'Yeah.' Reagan laughed nervously and turned her attention back to her book.

Amy pouted, she thought she was getting somewhere.

"Please stop looking at me like that, I can't concentrate." Reagan whined. She was trying desperately not to crack under Amy's gaze but she was failing miserably and Amy knew it, but she didn't push it. She didn't have the right to do that, she had messed up and this was her punishment.

Reagan sighed uncrossed her legs and closed her book.

"Are you mad at me?." Amy asked coyly.

"No...no. I'm not mad. I just forget what it's like to be a baby dyke sometimes." Reagan smiled sadly and pushed her hair behind her ears. "I'm going to get another book."

Reagan walked on one side of the shelf and Amy walked on the other, catching glimpses of Reagan as she bounced swiftly over to the non fiction area.

"Hey." Amy smiled. Reagan had come to a stop and Amy could see her choosing between two books, her eyebrows knitted in concentration.

"Hm?" Reagan answered while biting her lip still deep in concentration.

"Give me your hand." Amy commanded.

"Huh?" Reagan answered while raising her eyebrows.

"Give it to me." Amy demanded.

"Okay..." Reagan snaked her hand through the space between the shelves and waited for what Amy was going to do. Amy turned Reagan's palm face up and placed her own onto it.

"Are we..?" Reagan asked nervously raising her eyebrow.

"Yeah, we're holding hands." Amy sighed contently eyes never leaving Reagan's.

Nothing else needed to be said. They stood with their heads leaned against the shelves for a little while stroking each other's hand with their thumbs.

'"'m sorry." Amy spoke sadly, breaking the silence.

"It's okay. Really." Reagan reassured her breaking the physical contact to walk towards the cookbook Amy had left on her seat earlier. She picked it up, thumbed through the pages and nodded in appreciation.

"Why do you need a cookbook, you live on pizza." Amy ribbed.

"I want to try something different." Reagan answered :I mean, if you ever want to come over I want to be able to cook you at least one meal," she shrugged.

"Are you inviting me over?" Amy smiled a smile that reached from ear to ear.

"I mean...if you want t-"

"I want to," Amy answered abruptly. Amy faltered. "Please?"

Reagan nodded and waved the cookbook. "Well, did you see anything you like, or...were you too busy staring at me?" Reagan joked.

"I saw a few simple things, I'm not too fussy and I would love to help you...if that's okay?" Amy asked.

"I'm gonna need all the help I can get," Reagan hummed "well, I guess I better go and check this out" She added with a little smile, this time the smile reached her eyes. Her hair had been blown out from behind her ears by the gust of air from the books pages. Amy immediately rushed forward and tucked Reagan's hair back where it belonged. Reagan froze. This was Amy's first act of physical PDA and Reagan hadn't seen it coming. Amy's hand trailed down her ears, past her neck and down her side until their fingers were interlocking. Reagan glanced down and Amy gave her hand a small nervous squeeze.

"My hands are sweating." Amy whispered. "That's one thing you should know about me, my hands get extremely sweaty when I'm nervous."

"Oh I know." Reagan replied. "Your hands were really sweaty one our first date but haven't been sweaty much since then, which means you're getting less and less nervous right?"

"Yeah..." Amy replied slightly puzzled. She hadn't realised how much Reagan paid attention to the little things about her.

"Yeah." Amy replied more confidently this time, giving Reagan's hand a small squeeze. "I am definitely less nervous."