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

paper as she looks over at me across the wooden table. “Why does it seem like you’ve seen a ghost?” She whispered looking around

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

diving into the world of fiction. If only she knew, my world

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

know any jobs available? I kind of need one by next week.” I asked trying

furrowed as she pushed the top of the pen to her mouth and bit down. She looks to be thinking so

do you

that will hire a high-school student and pays

there’s a strip club that opened downtown about a month ago. Heard

rolled my eyes. “Tif I’m

librarian woman snapped, looking at us beneath

despite knowing

pay well too. By the end of the week you’d have

she finally stops. “Okay

wincing when

couple of

even though I knew nothing about baking or sales. Anything was better

“Thanks Tif,

that day to babysit the kid and maybe

told her Tyler had agreed to show me

out a lot of details, finding them a little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this one, I’d

time, her voice pitching loudly

her ears were certainly sharp,

opens her eyes comically, shakes her body while

my palm to

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