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

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

slightly empty library since the librarian was actually still here and still scorning at me from across

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

before her words actually registered. I cleared my throat

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

she pushed the top of the pen to her mouth and bit

jobs do you

“Anything that will hire a high-school student

grins. “Well, there’s a strip club that opened downtown about a month ago. Heard there are

rolled my eyes.

looking at us beneath her

sorry despite knowing that we

Heard they pay well too. By the end of the week

her and she finally stops.

few wincing when the

bakery a couple of weeks ago. Things have been going

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

her. “Thanks Tif, I’d really

is that she doesn’t open on Saturdays or on Sundays, so you’d have that day to

that I told her Tyler

them a little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this one, I’d

yells this time, her voice pitching

ears were certainly sharp,

as she opens her eyes comically, shakes her body while looking down at her

to my mouth,

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