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

on the paper 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

diving into the world of fiction.

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

of need one

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

jobs do you have

hire a high-school

opened downtown about a month ago. Heard there are

my eyes.

snapped, looking at us

winced mouthing a sorry despite knowing

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

at her and she

few wincing when the librarian woman shushed

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 for

though I knew nothing about baking or sales. Anything was

beaming at her. “Thanks Tif, I’d really appreciate

on Saturdays or on Sundays, so you’d have that day to babysit the kid and maybe spend more time learning,” She

I told her Tyler had

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

The librarian yells this time, her voice pitching loudly

ears

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

to my mouth,

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255