Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone ) novel Chapter 295

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."

With a smack, Quintessa slapped his hand away, leaving a red mark.

"Geez, such a heavy hand."

Quintessa sat up, rubbing her neck. She had already been awake but with the situation earlier, how could she face with Snow? Waking up would have only made things more awkward for everyone.

As Quintessa got out of bed, her wrist was caught by Tyrone. He claimed, "You owe me for the wet shirt."