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

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

the librarian was actually still here and

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

registered. I

jobs available? I kind of need one

of the pen to her mouth and bit down. She looks to be thinking so

do you have

“Anything that will hire

a strip club that opened downtown about

rolled my eyes. “Tif I’m

woman snapped, looking at us beneath

winced mouthing a sorry despite knowing that

the end of the week you’d have thousands of dollars with a body like yours.”

she

for a few wincing when the librarian

wife opened her own bakery a couple of weeks ago. Things have been

even though I knew nothing about baking or sales. Anything was better than cleaning garages

at her. “Thanks Tif,

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

Tyler had

If I told her about this one, I’d not hear the

The librarian yells this time,

her ears

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

palm to my mouth,

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