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

wooden table. “Why does it seem like you’ve seen a ghost?” She whispered

actually still here and still scorning at me from across the

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

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

top of the pen to her mouth and bit

you

“Anything that will hire a high-school student and

that opened downtown about

rolled my eyes. “Tif I’m

looking

mouthing a sorry despite knowing that we weren’t

Heard they pay well too. By the end of the week you’d have thousands of dollars with

at her and she finally

for a few wincing when the librarian woman shushed

couple of weeks ago. Things have been going pretty well.

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

“Thanks Tif, I’d really appreciate

or on Sundays, so you’d have that day to babysit

regretting that I told her Tyler had agreed

little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her

The librarian yells this time, her voice

woman, her ears were certainly sharp, I thought

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

palm to my

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