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 around

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

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

actually registered.

Hey, do you know any jobs available? I kind of

she pushed the top of the pen to her mouth

you have in

shrugged. “Anything that will hire a high-school

that opened downtown

rolled my eyes.

looking at us beneath

sorry despite knowing that we weren’t

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

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

a few wincing when the

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

baking or sales. Anything was better than cleaning garages for a

“Thanks Tif,

on Saturdays or on Sundays, so you’d have that day to babysit the kid and

now regretting that I told her Tyler had agreed

too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told

yells this time,

her ears were

mood today.” Tiffany mocked as she opens her

palm to my

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