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."

with his comebacks. She ground her teeth, "Then move over; this is my room. If you're broke,

lips, gently nibbling, whispering, "I need to erase his

they couldn't see each other's faces, and Quintessa could only feel the burning heat from Tyrone, the scent

Quintessa found Tyrone's kiss surprisingly tender and lingering, her hands instinctively reaching for

this was merely a night for two people to seek solace and warmth in each other's company, Quintessa thought she might not push

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

from his kiss fading with those words. She gently patted

surprisingly reacted fast, "Alright, let's

he quickly shed his clothes and reached for Quintessa's nightgown, Quintessa clenched her teeth, thinking she might tolerate

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

the floor. Quintessa expected him to explode in anger or

wasn't right.