Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 22

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

stops, her pen on the paper as she looks over at me across the wooden table. “Why does it seem

librarian was actually still here and still scorning at

world of

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

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

pen to her mouth and bit down. She looks to be thinking

do you have in

will hire

opened downtown about a month ago. Heard there are open

my eyes. “Tif

woman snapped, looking at us

sorry despite knowing

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

glared at her and she finally

when the librarian woman

pen for a 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 in a word

about baking or sales. Anything was better than cleaning garages for

“Thanks Tif, I’d really

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

Tyler

the kiss. If I told her about this one, I’d not hear the end of

time, her voice pitching loudly with

old woman, her ears were certainly sharp, I

as she opens her

my palm to my mouth,

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