Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa scoffed, "As if you're one to talk about not kissing."

Her room seemed to be Tyrone's favorite crash spot; the hotel clearly didn't care as long as the cash flowed.

Head bowed, Tyrone bit her lip, "Could he ever compare to me? What is he, some old guy kissing you, I'll end him."

The smell of alcohol was heavy on Tyrone; Quintessa wondered just how much he had drunk, as if he'd been marinating in a whiskey barrel for days.

Quintessa pushed him away, "Why didn't you just drink yourself to death with your uncle outside? Get away."

Tyrone grunted, "No, I'm not leaving; I'm staying."

teeth, "Then move over; this is my room. If you're broke, go sleep on the streets; don't hog my bed." Whether drunk or sober, Tyrone mumbled, "I won't go.

the dark, he leaned down to kiss Quintessa accurately on her lips, gently nibbling, whispering, "I need to erase his scent from

darkness, they couldn't see each other's faces, and Quintessa could only feel the burning heat from Tyrone, the scent of alcohol almost

alcohol, but Quintessa found Tyrone's kiss surprisingly tender and lingering, her hands instinctively reaching for

two people to seek solace and warmth

said, "Quintessa,

flirtation from his kiss fading with those

reacted fast, "Alright,

his clothes and reached for Quintessa's nightgown, Quintessa clenched her teeth, thinking she might tolerate just sleeping beside Tyrone, but now she realized even that was

a kick, she sent him off the bed,

explode in anger or come back with more persistence, but after a while, there was still

right. She