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

she looks over at me across the wooden table. “Why does it seem like

still here and still scorning at me

into the world of fiction. If

looked at her lost before her words actually registered.

just remembered something. Hey, do you know any jobs available? I kind of need one by next week.” I asked trying to distract her from her

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

do you have

“Anything that will hire

grins. “Well, there’s a strip club that opened downtown about a month ago. Heard there are open

my eyes. “Tif I’m

The librarian woman snapped, looking at

despite knowing that

end of the week you’d have thousands of dollars with

she finally stops. “Okay okay.”

few wincing when the

couple of weeks ago. Things have been going pretty well. Well enough for her to need an extra hand. I can

made me excited even though I knew nothing about baking or sales. Anything was better than cleaning

nodded, beaming at her. “Thanks

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

told her Tyler had agreed to show me the ropes around

If I

yells this time, her voice pitching loudly with

ears were

mocked as she opens her eyes comically, shakes her

to my

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