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 like you’ve

slightly empty library since the librarian was actually still here and still

world of

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

kind of need one by next week.” I asked trying to distract her from her

the top of the pen to her mouth and bit down. She looks to be thinking so

jobs do you have

hire

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

my eyes. “Tif I’m

The librarian woman snapped, looking

winced mouthing a sorry despite knowing that we

well too. By the end of the week

glared at her and she finally

few wincing when the

“My uncle’s wife opened her own bakery a couple of weeks ago. Things have been going pretty well.

knew nothing about baking or sales. Anything was better than cleaning

her. “Thanks Tif, I’d

on Sundays, so you’d have that day to

her Tyler had agreed to show me the

little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this

time, her

her ears were certainly sharp, I thought

she opens her eyes comically, shakes her body while looking

palm to my

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