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

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

library since the librarian was actually still here and still scorning at me

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

actually registered.

do you know any jobs available? I kind of need

pushed the top of the pen to her mouth and

jobs do you

that will hire a high-school student and pays

there’s a strip club that opened downtown about a month

my eyes. “Tif

snapped, looking

a sorry despite knowing

too. By the end of the week you’d have

her and she

huma for a few wincing when the librarian woman shushed us

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 in a word

knew nothing about baking or sales.

beaming at her. “Thanks

so you’d have that day to babysit the kid and maybe spend

now regretting that I told her Tyler had agreed to show

out a lot of details, finding them a little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this one, I’d not hear the end of it for

The librarian yells this time, her voice

ears were certainly sharp, I thought

today.” Tiffany mocked as she opens her

my palm to

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