Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 279

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."

Damn it; was he even drunk? He was too quick with his comebacks. She ground her teeth, "Then move over; this is my room. If you're broke, go sleep on the streets; don't hog my bed."

Whether drunk or sober, Tyrone mumbled, "I won't go. I want to roll with you together."

In the dark, he leaned down to kiss Quintessa accurately on her lips, gently nibbling, whispering, "I need to erase his scent from you, you should only carry my scent, only mine."

In the darkness, they couldn't see each other's faces, and Quintessa could only feel the burning heat from Tyrone, the scent of alcohol almost intoxicating her too.

Maybe it was the night's allure or the numbing effect of the alcohol, but Quintessa found Tyrone's kiss surprisingly tender and lingering, her hands instinctively reaching for his shoulders.

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