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

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

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

phone and not diving into the world of fiction. If only she knew,

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

of need one by next week.” I asked

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

do you

will hire a high-school student and pays

club that opened downtown about a

eyes. “Tif I’m

looking at

despite knowing that

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

at her and she finally stops. “Okay

when the librarian woman shushed

bakery a couple of weeks ago. Things have been going pretty well. Well enough for her to need an extra hand.

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

her. “Thanks Tif,

bonus is that she doesn’t open on Saturdays or on Sundays, so you’d have that day to babysit the kid and maybe spend more time learning,” She winks

now regretting that I told her Tyler had

finding them a little too personal to share. Especially the kiss. If I told her about this one, I’d not hear the end

time, her voice pitching loudly with

an old woman, her ears

opens her eyes

to my mouth,

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