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

wooden table. “Why does

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

not diving into the world

her words actually registered. I cleared my throat

jobs available? I kind of need one by next week.” I asked trying to distract her from

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

you have in

will hire a high-school student and pays

club that opened downtown about a month ago.

eyes.

librarian woman snapped, looking at us

mouthing a sorry despite knowing that we weren’t

looks more amused. “I was being serious. Heard they pay well too. By the end of the week you’d have thousands of dollars

and she finally stops.

when the librarian woman shushed

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 can put in a

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

“Thanks Tif, I’d

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

that I told her Tyler had agreed to show me the ropes

out a lot of details, finding them a little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If

librarian yells this time, her voice pitching

her ears were certainly sharp, I thought

as she opens her eyes comically, shakes her body while looking down at

my palm to

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