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

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

librarian was actually still here and still scorning at me from

the world of fiction. If only

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

kind of need one by

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

jobs do you have in

“Anything that will hire a high-school student and

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

rolled my eyes. “Tif I’m

woman snapped, looking at

winced mouthing a sorry despite knowing that

well too. By the end of the

and she

for a few wincing when the librarian woman shushed us

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 have been going pretty

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

at her. “Thanks Tif, I’d really

so you’d have that day to babysit the kid and maybe spend more time learning,” She winks

groan, now regretting that I told her Tyler had

little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this one, I’d not hear the end of it for days.

yells this time,

woman, her ears were

she opens her

my palm to my mouth,

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