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

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

still here and still

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

her words actually registered. I cleared my throat a little,

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

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

jobs do you have

shrugged. “Anything that will hire

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

my eyes. “Tif

snapped, looking at us beneath her

despite knowing that

well too. By the end of the

she finally stops. “Okay

when the librarian woman

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

knew nothing about baking or sales. Anything was better than cleaning garages for a measly

“Thanks Tif,

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

regretting that I told her Tyler had agreed to show me the ropes

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

this time, her voice pitching

an old woman, her ears were

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

my palm to

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