Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Minutes later, he came jogging back with a plastic bag in hand.

The car door swung open, and Tyrone climbed in, bringing with him a wave of heat. "Stretch out your arm."

Quintessa blinked in surprise. "Huh?"

"Your arm." Tyrone gestured for Quintessa to lift her right arm, then laughed. "The left one! Got sunburned and turned your brain to mush, huh?"

He unscrewed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and drew out two cotton swabs, dampening them. "This might sting a bit. Just bear with it."

The wound on Quintessa's arm, though shallow, was glaring. It had been inflicted by Lilian and had dried blood caked around it. Tyrone meticulously cleaned it, then pulled out a couple of Band-Aids to cover it up.

"That old woman, locked up in detention for long, who knows if she's even taken a shower, what kind of germs might be under her nails. Let's deal with it this way first, and then go to the hospital for a shot later."

Quintessa didn't feel the wound hurt at all, but it was Tyrone who had broken out in sweat.

making a mountain out of a molehill. It's just a small wound; it doesn't need

worried

a scar or

don't like seeing

His eyes, deep and dark, held warmth. She

held the back of Quintessa's

midsummer sun blazed overhead as pedestrians hurried past. Tyrone's lips were soft and warm. Quintessa thought, perhaps, she really didn't

cheek. "I hate seeing you hurt, sad, and even less seeing you cry. I want to make you laugh. So, tell me, what should

moved her mouth corners, she found it somewhat hard to actually

rarely cried. She

she didn't know what pain was anymore.

suddenly, someone they didn't want to see her like this, wanting to see her smile. Quintessa's defenses

a knock on the