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."

room. If you're broke, go sleep

nibbling, whispering, "I need to erase his scent

only feel the burning heat from

allure or the numbing effect of the alcohol, but Quintessa found Tyrone's kiss surprisingly tender and lingering, her hands instinctively reaching

a night for two people to seek solace and warmth in each other's company, Quintessa thought she

into her ear, Tyrone said, "Quintessa,

intimacy and flirtation from his kiss fading with those words. She gently patted

surprisingly reacted fast, "Alright, let's

nightgown, Quintessa clenched her teeth, thinking she might

bed, "I

explode in anger or come back with more persistence, but after

right.

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