Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa chuckled, rolling over and kicking the covers off, tossing them onto Tyrone.

Clad in her flimsy nightgown, she drifted off to sleep. She'd gotten used to falling asleep fast in the harshest conditions. The blanket? She could take it or leave it.

Under the dim light, Quintessa curled up, small in the vast bed.

As dawn broke, Quintessa's eyes fluttered open to find Tyrone's face close to hers, cuddled up snugly with his arm around her waist and his leg over hers, almost enveloping her entirely.

Tyrone's warmth was comforting, his steady body heat a welcome embrace. Quintessa frowned, wondering when he snuck up next to her in the middle of the night, his bed-hopping skills evidently improving without her noticing.

It was past 7 a.m., and Quintessa thought about getting up, but the coziness of the bed was too inviting. "Just two more minutes," she reasoned.

Glancing at Tyrone, she noted his good looks, delicate features - a rarity even among the pretty boys in the entertainment industry. His peaceful sleep made him look so innocent; his long eyelashes, tightly pressed lips, and a bruise on his forehead, probably from being kicked off the bed last night.

Tyrone had the maturity of a man and the innocence of a boy, a truly lively person. Quintessa thought, when he was silent, he didn't look like someone looking for trouble, which was not too bad - in his quiet moments, he was actually quite bearable.

did it matter to her? After all,

wasn't hers to keep. Who knew

ready, she was buttoning her shirt when suddenly she was pushed against the

the person up close, she began,

finish, her words were sealed with

thing in the morning, have you lost

her chin, "From now on, I'm the only one who gets to

her eyes, "A night's passed, and you're still drunk? Move, I've got

Tyrone

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hundred times.