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

over at me across the wooden table. “Why does it seem like you’ve seen a ghost?”

the librarian was actually still here and

and not diving into the world of fiction. If only she knew, my world

her lost before her words actually registered. I cleared my

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

top of the pen to her mouth and

do you have in

hire a high-school student and pays

a strip club that opened downtown about a month ago.

rolled my eyes. “Tif I’m

looking at

winced mouthing a sorry despite knowing

Heard they pay well too. By the end of the week you’d have thousands of dollars with

and she finally stops. “Okay okay.”

few wincing when the librarian

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

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

her. “Thanks Tif, I’d really

that day to babysit the kid and

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

finding them a little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this one, I’d not hear the end of it for days. Probably

yells this time, her voice

an old woman, her ears were

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

to my mouth,

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