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

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

was actually still here and still scorning at me from

didn’t like that I was on my phone and not diving into the world of fiction. If

looked at her lost before her words actually registered. I cleared my throat a little, picking up my

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

pushed the top of the pen to her mouth and bit

do you have

that will hire a high-school student

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

rolled my eyes. “Tif

woman snapped, looking at us beneath

mouthing a sorry despite knowing that we weren’t even

amused. “I was being serious. Heard they pay well too. By the end of the week you’d have thousands of dollars with

glared at her and she

for a few wincing when the librarian woman shushed us

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

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

her. “Thanks

so you’d have that day to babysit the

Tyler had agreed

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 days.

time, her voice pitching loudly

an old woman, her ears were certainly sharp,

Tiffany mocked as she opens her eyes comically,

palm to

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