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

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

the world of fiction. If only she knew, my world was

registered. I cleared my throat a little, picking up

just remembered something. Hey, do you know any jobs available? I kind of need one by

furrowed as she pushed the top of the pen to her mouth and bit down. She

do you have

hire a

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

eyes. “Tif I’m

looking at us

despite knowing that we

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

at her and she finally

wincing when the librarian

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

baking or sales. Anything was better than cleaning garages for

at her. “Thanks Tif,

on Sundays, so you’d have that

her Tyler had agreed to

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

this time, her

old woman, her ears were certainly sharp, I thought

Tiffany mocked as she opens her

palm to my mouth,

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