Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

The sun crept in, illuminating the chaos within the room. With clothes and shoes strewn about, two figures lay intertwined in the most intimate of embraces on the large bed; their exposed shoulders told tales o the night before without a word.

The summer sun was relentless, blurring the lines between dawn and noon. Today, the sun climbed higher under the clear skies, its rays growing more piercing as the morning wore on. Quintessa shielded her eyes from the light and turned over.

The slightest movement from Quintessa prompted the arm around her waist to tighten, pulling her back in.

Quintessa, with her eyes still closed, nudged the man beside her with her foot. "Get up."

Tyrone hugged Quintessa tighter, nuzzling against her. "Awake so early? Seems like I went easy on you last night."

Tyrone, feeling too comfortable to open his eyes, reveled in the warmth and softness beneath the blankets. This was a far cry from the nights spent doing nothing but sleeping under the covers.

What a waste of so many wonderful nights, he thought.

Quintessa opened her eyes, and said in a cool tone. "Get out."

Tyrone paused, then opened his eyes and pinned Quintessa beneath him. "Come on, Quintessa, you're really gonna play it like that? What did I tell you last night? How could you throw a hamburger at me when I said I didn't want it. Now, you can say what you want, but it won't work, I—"

pushed Tyrone's face away. "Stop it, just go get

Tyrone froze. "Medicine?"

again. "Birth control,

Quintessa, his mind struggling to

eyes. "Why the daze so early

bun in the oven, which

l.n

with his clothes barely on, found himself being pushed out the door, still dazed. As he was about to close the door behind him, he pushed it open again and called

sto

"What's not to get? Don't

Before Tyrone could finish, voices

"Son."

"Mr. York!"

"Young master."

"Ty."

Manny was one thing, but

Wilma? What are you doing