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

since the librarian was actually still here and still scorning at me from

didn’t like that I was on my phone and not diving into the world of fiction. If only she knew,

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

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

she pushed the top of the pen to her

you have in

hire a high-school student and pays

that opened downtown about a month ago.

my eyes. “Tif

looking at us beneath

mouthing a sorry despite knowing that we

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

glared at her and she finally stops. “Okay

for a few wincing when the librarian woman shushed us

the end of her pen for a couple more seconds, Tif finally 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 hand. I can put in a

or sales. Anything was better than cleaning garages for a measly

“Thanks Tif,

or on Sundays, so you’d have that day to babysit the kid and maybe spend more time learning,” She winks at the

I told her Tyler had agreed to show me the ropes around

the kiss. If I told her about this one,

librarian yells this time, her voice

her ears were certainly sharp, I thought

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

to my mouth,

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