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."

teeth, "Then move over; this is my room. If you're broke, go sleep on the streets;

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

only feel the burning

allure or the numbing effect of the alcohol, but Quintessa found

merely a night for two people to seek solace and warmth

into her ear, Tyrone said, "Quintessa, be

his kiss fading with those words. She gently patted Tyrone's head, "Be good. You're drunk; go

surprisingly reacted fast, "Alright,

clenched her teeth, thinking she might tolerate just sleeping beside Tyrone, but now she realized even that

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

to explode in anger or come

right.