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

library since the librarian was actually still here and still scorning at

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

her words actually registered. I cleared my throat a little, picking up my

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

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

do you have

“Anything that will hire a high-school student

there’s a strip club that opened downtown about a

eyes. “Tif

looking at us beneath her

winced mouthing a sorry despite knowing that we

more amused. “I was being serious. Heard they pay well too. By the end of the week you’d have thousands of dollars with a body like yours.”

glared at her and she finally stops. “Okay okay.”

a few wincing when the librarian woman shushed

for a couple more seconds, Tif finally said with great enthusiasm. “My uncle’s wife opened her own bakery a couple

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

her. “Thanks Tif, I’d really appreciate

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

regretting that I told her Tyler had agreed to show

too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this one, I’d not hear the end

this time, her voice pitching loudly with

old woman, her ears were

mood today.” Tiffany mocked as she opens her eyes comically, shakes her body while looking down at

my palm to my

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