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

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

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

world

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

remembered something. Hey, do you know any jobs available? I kind of need

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

do you have

shrugged. “Anything that will hire a high-school student and pays

there’s a strip club that opened downtown about

rolled my eyes. “Tif I’m

The librarian woman snapped, looking

winced mouthing a sorry despite knowing that we weren’t

pay well too. By the end of the

her and she finally stops. “Okay

when the librarian woman shushed us

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 have been going pretty well. Well enough for her to need an extra hand. I

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

her. “Thanks Tif, I’d really appreciate

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

her Tyler had agreed to show me the ropes around

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 months

this time, her voice pitching loudly with

woman, her ears

opens her eyes comically, shakes her body while looking down

to my

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