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."

even drunk? He was too quick with his comebacks. She ground her 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

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

feel the burning heat from Tyrone, the scent of alcohol almost intoxicating

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

solace and warmth in each other's

said, "Quintessa, be mine,

his kiss fading with those

reacted fast, "Alright, let's

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

him off the bed,

him to explode in anger or come back with more persistence, but

wasn't right. She