Layla’s pov

I brushed my thumb over the cracked screen of my phone, sighing.

I started typing.

His breath feathered against her lips, creating an ache within her core. She suddenly felt her knees go weak by just the brush of his softness against hers.

Her mouth opened to let him in and their tongues connected

Suddenly the image of the male character changes in my head and now who I’m picturing is Tyler.

I lift my finger to my lips, feeling the slight tingle at the remembrance of what happened yesterday in his room. The way his lips felt against mine. Soft. Really, really soft.

Biting my lip, I resume my typing.

The first brush was like heat, the second like fire and the third had her whole body burning.

She felt like she was pushed into flames as his fingers splayed against the bareness of her back, dancing on the slight sweat that coated her skin. She swore his fingers melted into her skin.

She arched into him, silently telling him she wanted more. Tyler

My eyes widen and I quickly erased the name. I swallowed, moving off the page completely, and placed my phone down.

What the hell was that?!

The scene came to me a lot easier. But mistaking my character’s name Bruno for Tyler was a no no.

“Okay one more line I have to jot down and we’ll be on our way

at me across the wooden table.

empty library since the librarian was actually still here and still scorning at me from across the

on my phone and not diving into the world of fiction. If only she knew, my world

lost before her words actually registered. I cleared my throat a little, picking up my

remembered something. Hey, do you know any jobs available? I kind of need

to her mouth and bit down. She looks to be thinking

you have in

hire a high-school student

“Well, there’s a strip club that opened downtown about

my eyes. “Tif

The librarian woman snapped, looking at us beneath her

a sorry despite knowing that we weren’t

more amused. “I was being serious. Heard they pay well too. By the end of the week you’d have thousands of dollars with a body like yours.” She

glared at her and she finally stops. “Okay okay.” She

when the librarian woman shushed us

finally said with great enthusiasm. “My uncle’s wife opened her own bakery a couple of weeks ago. Things have been going pretty well. Well enough for her to need an extra hand. I can put in a word

I knew nothing about baking or sales. Anything was better than cleaning garages for a

nodded, beaming at her. “Thanks Tif, I’d really appreciate

that she doesn’t open on Saturdays or on Sundays, so you’d have that day to babysit the kid and maybe spend more time

told her Tyler had agreed to show me the ropes

to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this one, I’d not hear the

librarian yells this time, her

an old woman, her ears were certainly

she opens her eyes

to my

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