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

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

was actually still here and still scorning at me

into the world of fiction. If only she

her lost before her words actually registered. I cleared my throat a little,

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

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

jobs do you have

hire

“Well, there’s a strip club that opened downtown about a

eyes.

snapped, looking

a sorry despite knowing that

“I was being serious. Heard they pay well too. By the end of

at her and she finally

wincing when the

said with great enthusiasm. “My uncle’s wife opened her own bakery a couple of weeks ago. Things have been going pretty well. Well enough for her to need an extra

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

beaming at her. “Thanks

that she doesn’t open on Saturdays or on Sundays, so you’d have that

Tyler had

kiss. If I told her about

The librarian yells this time, her voice pitching loudly

her ears were certainly sharp,

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

my palm to my

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