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."

my room. If you're broke,

her lips, gently nibbling, whispering, "I need to erase his scent from you, you should only carry my

each other's faces, and Quintessa could only feel the burning heat

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

seek solace and warmth in each other's company, Quintessa thought she might not push Tyrone

said, "Quintessa, be mine, I can

with those words. She gently patted

surprisingly reacted fast, "Alright,

Quintessa's nightgown, Quintessa clenched her teeth, thinking she might tolerate just sleeping beside Tyrone, but now she realized even that was too much

kick, she sent him off the bed, "I don't want to sleep

in anger or come back with

right. She