Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 22

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

on the paper as she looks over at me across the wooden table. “Why does it seem like you’ve seen a ghost?” She whispered looking around the empty

empty library since the librarian was actually still here

the world of fiction. If only

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

know any jobs available? I kind of need one by next week.” I asked

brows furrowed as she pushed the top of the pen to her mouth and bit down. She looks to

you have in

shrugged. “Anything that will hire a high-school

club that opened downtown about a month ago. Heard there are

eyes. “Tif I’m

librarian woman snapped, looking at us beneath her

mouthing a sorry despite knowing that we weren’t even

By the end of the week

her and she finally stops. “Okay okay.”

when the librarian

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

me excited even though I knew nothing about baking or

“Thanks Tif,

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

Tyler had agreed to show

to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this one, I’d not hear the end

yells this time, her voice pitching loudly with

old woman, her ears

mocked as she opens her eyes comically, shakes her body

to my

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255