Tyler thought he could’ve handled just a slight brush but then his lips became urgent and press harder.

Her lips felt impossibly soft and tasted….

Sweet.

Yet he was sure she hadn’t had any lipgloss on her lips, and neither did her breath smell like she sucked on any kind of sweet.

But what was so strange about this, especially his actions was that, Tyler was moving his lips against hers, softly.

Tyler doesn’t kiss softly, that was too boring. He kissed rough and harsh. He’d even bite them, hard. He love when they moaned in pain yet in pleasure too.

But Layla said nothing, not one squeak. In fact, her lips were completely frozen.

Had he managed to make her turn to a block of ice? Or steel perhaps?

Tyler pulled away slightly and his lips tingle to press back on hers. He didn’t understand his body or his urges. Nothing added up.

“Kiss me back.” He whispered, one of his hands snaked against her waist, the pad of his fingers teasing on her skin which made her jerk forward into him and gasps.

He couldn’t believe his voice sounded a little breathless and almost pleading just there.

His other hand goes to the back of her head, tangling his fingers into her hair. Her hair felt soft. Really, really soft.

He wanted to dig his nose in the softness and sniff.

Sniff?

What was truly wrong with him?

his lips against hers so she’d have the urge to kiss

sigh, she pushes herself forward, her lips landing on his. She

was now replaced by a shy girl who had no idea how desirable

scene, yet not have done anything close to what her characters have

every

trembled slightly in his arms and he’d wonder for a second if she was cold. But surely she couldn’t be, especially

his arms around her as a way to keep her

and make her

kissed many girls before and he’d never want to

Layla, he didn’t even care that

on this being one of the first lessons. He was teaching her

Yes that was it.

Nothing more.

felt in his arms. Yet she didn’t feel too small for him. In fact, one would say she was

Tyler thought more of this, his heart made a strange leap and he pulled away from her

down at her in confusion. Not because her eyes

brushed a thumb over his sternum. That leap was just in the spur of the moment,

was nothing, he thought.

throat and Layla

color of her eyes almost robbed

Layla’s pov

beating against my chest harshly. I

kissing

wonder those girls always come back for more. No wonder Karen was so obsessed

knew what

and they felt, tender. He had sucked

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