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."

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

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

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

effect of the alcohol, but Quintessa

this was merely a night for two people to seek solace and warmth in each other's

ear, Tyrone said, "Quintessa, be mine, I can protect

those words. She gently patted Tyrone's head, "Be good. You're drunk;

fast, "Alright,

for Quintessa's nightgown, Quintessa clenched her teeth, thinking she might tolerate just

him off the bed, "I don't want to sleep with you; get

anger or

right.