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

slightly empty library since the librarian was actually still here

phone and not diving into the world of fiction. If only she

registered. I

you know any jobs available? I kind of need one by

pushed the top of the pen to her

do you have

“Anything that will hire

“Well, there’s a strip club that opened

rolled my eyes.

librarian woman snapped, looking at us beneath her

mouthing a sorry despite knowing that we weren’t even

well too. By the end of the week you’d have thousands of dollars with a body

her and she finally stops. “Okay

a few wincing when the librarian woman shushed

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

or sales. Anything was better

beaming at her. “Thanks Tif, I’d

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 winks at

groan, now regretting that I told her Tyler had agreed to show me the

of details, finding them a little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her

time,

an old woman, her ears were certainly sharp, I

she opens her eyes comically, shakes her body while looking down at

palm to my mouth,

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