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

her pen on the paper as she looks over at me across the wooden table. “Why does it seem

librarian was actually still here and still scorning

phone and not diving into the world of fiction.

looked at her lost before her words actually registered. I cleared my throat a little, picking

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

pushed the top of the pen to her mouth

do you have

hire a

there’s a strip club that opened downtown about

eyes. “Tif

looking at us beneath

mouthing a sorry despite

being serious. Heard they pay well too. By the end of the week you’d have

her and she finally

when

couple of weeks ago. Things have been going pretty well. Well enough for her to need an extra hand. I can

words made me excited even though I knew nothing about baking or sales.

at her. “Thanks Tif, I’d really appreciate

or on Sundays, so you’d have that day to babysit the kid

I told her Tyler had agreed

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 pitching loudly with

woman, her ears

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

palm to my

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