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

librarian was actually still here and still scorning at me

diving into the world of fiction. If only she knew, my world was enough fiction as it

at her lost before her words actually registered. I cleared my

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

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

you

hire a high-school student and pays

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

eyes. “Tif

librarian woman snapped, looking at us beneath her

sorry despite knowing

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

she finally stops. “Okay

for a few wincing when the

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.

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

beaming at her. “Thanks

you’d have that day to babysit the kid and maybe spend more

her Tyler had agreed to

details, finding them a little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this one,

yells this time, her

old woman, her ears were certainly

as she opens her

my palm to

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