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

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

slightly empty library since the librarian was actually still here and

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

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

jobs available? I kind of

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

you have

shrugged. “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

my eyes. “Tif

The librarian woman snapped, looking at us beneath

mouthing a sorry despite knowing

well too. By the end of the week you’d have thousands of dollars with a body like yours.” She

she finally stops. “Okay

when the librarian

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 well. Well enough for her to need an extra hand. I can put

made me excited even though I knew nothing about baking or sales. Anything was better than cleaning garages

nodded, beaming at her. “Thanks Tif,

on Sundays, so you’d have that day to babysit

groan, now regretting that I told her Tyler had agreed to

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

this time, her voice pitching loudly with

her ears were certainly sharp,

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

palm to my

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