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

she looks over at me across the wooden table. “Why does it seem like you’ve seen

actually still here

I was on my phone and not diving into the world

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

of need one by next week.” I asked trying to distract

pen to her

you have

shrugged. “Anything that will hire a high-school

club that opened downtown about a

my eyes. “Tif

looking at us beneath her

a sorry despite knowing that we

amused. “I was being serious. Heard they pay well too. By the end

her and she finally stops.

for a few wincing when the librarian woman

couple of weeks ago. Things have been going pretty well. Well

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

nodded, beaming at her. “Thanks Tif,

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

Tyler had

details, finding them a little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this one, I’d not

time, her voice

old woman, her ears were certainly sharp, I thought

her eyes comically, shakes her body while looking down at

my palm to

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