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

me across the wooden table. “Why does it seem like you’ve seen a ghost?”

was actually still here and still scorning

didn’t like that I was on my phone and not diving into the world of fiction. If only she knew, my world was enough fiction

looked at her lost before her words actually registered.

kind of need one by

pushed the top of the pen to her mouth and bit

jobs do you have

will hire a high-school student

a strip club that opened downtown

eyes. “Tif

snapped, looking at

despite knowing that we weren’t

By the end of the week you’d

she

huma for a few wincing when the librarian woman

couple of weeks ago. Things have been going pretty well. Well enough for her

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

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

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

now regretting that I told her Tyler had

a lot of details, finding them a little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this one, I’d not hear the end of it for days. Probably

The librarian yells this time, her

ears were certainly sharp, I

mood today.” Tiffany mocked as she opens her eyes comically,

palm to

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