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

paper as she looks over at me across the wooden table. “Why does it seem

since the librarian was actually still here and still scorning at

I was on my phone and not diving into the world

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

just remembered something. Hey, do you know any jobs available? I kind of need one by next week.”

her mouth and bit down. She looks to be thinking so

do you

hire a high-school student

suddenly grins. “Well, there’s a strip club that opened downtown about a

rolled my eyes. “Tif

snapped, looking at us

sorry despite knowing that we

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

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

huma for a few wincing when the librarian woman

wife opened her own bakery a couple of weeks ago. Things have been going pretty well.

baking or sales.

nodded, beaming at her. “Thanks Tif, I’d really

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

regretting that I told her Tyler had

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

this time,

her ears

in a foul mood today.” Tiffany mocked as she opens her eyes comically, shakes

palm to my

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