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

as she looks over at me across the wooden table. “Why does it seem like you’ve seen

librarian was actually still

world of fiction. If only she

her words actually registered.

available? I kind of need one

the pen to her

do you have

that will hire

opened downtown about a month ago. Heard there

eyes. “Tif I’m

snapped, looking at us beneath her

sorry despite knowing that we weren’t

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

she finally stops. “Okay okay.” She

few wincing when

own bakery a couple of weeks ago. Things have been going pretty well. Well enough for her to need

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

beaming at her. “Thanks

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

I told her Tyler had agreed to show me

little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this one, I’d

The librarian yells this time,

old woman, her ears were certainly

in a foul mood today.” Tiffany mocked as she opens her

my palm to

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