Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa shifted uneasily in Tyrone's arms.

In front of Snow, Tyrone gently kissed her, "Easy now, nothing's wrong. Go back to sleep; it's still early."

Snow couldn't fathom his feelings.

Tyrone glanced up, "You planning to stay? Want to keep watching us sleep?"

Snow really wanted to retort, "Have you no shame?"

But what could he say in such a situation? Gritting his teeth, Snow turned to leave, but not before Tyrone added, "Mind shutting the door? It's early, and we plan to catch some more z's." Snow clenched his fists. He was on the verge of losing it. How could someone be so infuriating? And yet he still shut the door.

Seeing Quintessa's post about her being sick had made Snow think. A woman's defenses were down when she was ill, and he felt it was right to be there for her, no matter the reason. But it seemed she wasn't lacking in comfort. He was kidding himself.

No, he had always been kidding himself. But damn it, his stubborn heart wouldn't let up. The more Tyrone challenged him, the more determined he became. Quintessa was worth every ounce of effort. Back in the room, Tyrone pinched Quintessa's cheek, "You're pretty good at faking sleep."

a smack, Quintessa slapped his

such a heavy

Snow? Waking up would have only made things more awkward for everyone. As Quintessa got out of

glanced at his chest

clothes, sleeping in my

been your human pillow all night,

thankful you didn't end up sleeping on

doorframe as she brushed her teeth, he asked, "What's your

Jonathan, and now Snow's on the scene. Couldn't he catch a break and cozy up his woman in peace? Quintessa, brushing

arms around her from

with a towel, "If I don't like

"And me? Are you saying

lifting his chin, and gave him a seductive smile, "Oh, Rachel's fiancé, how could you be

had her sights

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