Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa chuckled, rolling over and kicking the covers off, tossing them onto Tyrone.

Clad in her flimsy nightgown, she drifted off to sleep. She'd gotten used to falling asleep fast in the harshest conditions. The blanket? She could take it or leave it.

Under the dim light, Quintessa curled up, small in the vast bed.

As dawn broke, Quintessa's eyes fluttered open to find Tyrone's face close to hers, cuddled up snugly with his arm around her waist and his leg over hers, almost enveloping her entirely.

Tyrone's warmth was comforting, his steady body heat a welcome embrace. Quintessa frowned, wondering when he snuck up next to her in the middle of the night, his bed-hopping skills evidently improving without her noticing.

It was past 7 a.m., and Quintessa thought about getting up, but the coziness of the bed was too inviting. "Just two more minutes," she reasoned.

Glancing at Tyrone, she noted his good looks, delicate features - a rarity even among the pretty boys in the entertainment industry. His peaceful sleep made him look so innocent; his long eyelashes, tightly pressed lips, and a bruise on his forehead, probably from being kicked off the bed last night.

Tyrone had the maturity of a man and the innocence of a boy, a truly lively person. Quintessa thought, when he was silent, he didn't look like someone looking for trouble, which was not too bad - in his quiet moments, he was actually quite bearable.

Quintessa scoffed at herself all of a sudden. Good or bad, what did it matter to her? After all, they were from two different worlds. How could they ever meet at the same point?

Shaking her head, Quintessa got out of bed. This warmth, after all, wasn't hers to keep. Who knew what the end would be for someone as ruthless and cold-hearted as her?

Quintessa grabbed her clothes and headed for the bathroom. After getting ready, she was buttoning her shirt when suddenly she was pushed against the wall.

Staring into the eyes of the person up close, she began, "You, mmph."

Before she could finish, her words were sealed with a kiss.

"First thing in the morning, have you lost your mind? Sleepwalking?"

Tyrone held her chin, "From now on, I'm the only one who gets to kiss you."

Quintessa rolled her eyes, "A night's passed, and you're still drunk? Move, I've got to head out." This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

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Quintessa replied nonchalantly, "Whatever. Not my problem if you go killing people."

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Quinn asked dryly, "Did you brush your teeth? You're going to kiss me?"

Tyrone's expression darkened, thinking, "Of all things, you had to say that."

He grumbled, "I'll kiss you especially because I haven't brushed my teeth, hmph."

Quintessa rolled her eyes. Indeed, he

was only cute when asleep. She pinched Tyrone's cheek,

"Sweetheart, don't be so naive. I've got a love scene to shoot today. What will you do about that?"