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

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

since the librarian was actually still here and still scorning

and not diving into the world of

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

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

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

do you have

“Anything that will hire

a strip club that opened downtown about a month ago. Heard there

my eyes. “Tif

looking at

despite knowing that we weren’t

By the end of the week you’d

and she finally stops. “Okay okay.” She

few wincing when

with great enthusiasm. “My uncle’s wife opened her own bakery a couple of weeks ago. Things have

me excited even though I knew nothing about baking or sales. Anything

“Thanks

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

groan, now regretting that I told her Tyler

lot 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 of

this time, her voice pitching

an old woman, her ears were certainly sharp,

today.” Tiffany mocked as she opens her eyes comically, shakes her body while looking

palm to my

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