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."

is my room. If you're broke, go sleep on the streets; don't hog my bed." Whether drunk or sober, Tyrone

nibbling, whispering, "I need to erase his scent from you, you should only carry

and Quintessa could only feel the burning heat from Tyrone, the scent of alcohol almost intoxicating her

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

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

her ear, Tyrone said, "Quintessa, be mine,

heart fluttered, the intimacy and flirtation from his kiss fading with those words. She gently patted Tyrone's head, "Be good. You're drunk; go

reacted fast,

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

bed, "I don't want to

the floor. Quintessa expected him to explode in anger or come back with more persistence, but

right. She