Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 22

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

stops, her pen on the paper as she looks over at me across the wooden table. “Why does it seem like you’ve seen a ghost?” She whispered looking around the

slightly empty library since the librarian was actually still here and still scorning at me from across the

the world of fiction. If

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

you know any jobs available? I kind of need one by next week.” I asked

brows furrowed as she pushed the top of the pen to her mouth and bit down. She looks

do you

hire a high-school student and pays

that opened downtown about a month ago. Heard there

rolled my eyes. “Tif I’m

snapped, looking at

despite

being serious. Heard they pay well too. By the end

and she

huma for a few wincing when the

the end of her pen for a couple more seconds, Tif finally said with great enthusiasm. “My uncle’s wife opened her own bakery a couple of weeks ago. Things

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

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

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 time learning,” She

regretting that I told her Tyler had

them a little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I

librarian yells this time, her voice

woman, her ears were certainly sharp,

opens her eyes comically, shakes her body while

palm to my

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