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

at me across the wooden table. “Why does it seem like you’ve seen a ghost?” She whispered looking

still

I was on my phone and not diving into the world of fiction. If only she knew,

actually registered. I cleared

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

pen to her mouth

do you have in

shrugged. “Anything that will hire a

“Well, there’s a strip club that opened downtown about a month ago.

my eyes.

woman snapped, looking at

sorry despite

“I was being serious. Heard they pay well too. By the end of the week you’d have thousands of dollars with a body

at her and she finally stops. “Okay okay.” She

few wincing when the librarian woman

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

or sales. Anything was better

“Thanks Tif,

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

now regretting that I told her Tyler had agreed to show me

left out a lot of details, finding them a little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this one, I’d

yells this time, her voice pitching loudly with

an old woman, her ears were certainly sharp, I

mood today.” Tiffany mocked as she opens her

to my

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