Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Quintessa's breath, her lips, they felt warm, as if she carried the summer heat with her, causing Tyrone to feel a slight buzz in his head for a moment, as if he had caught a bit of sunstroke. Tyrone, lips pressed against Quintessa's, asked, "How about we double up next time?"

Quintessa raised an eyebrow, her fingers crawling from his back up to his shoulder, "If you've got the chops, we can even triple it."

Tyrone felt like he was being flirted with again. He moved his lips, about to speak, when suddenly the door burst open.

Manny barged in, and upon seeing the two in a compromising embrace, lips locked, his face turned beet red, "I-I shouldn't be here. I'll just go outside."

Manny dropped off some stuff and hurried out, "Um, those are the meds the doc prescribed, Quinn. Remember to take them later."

Seeing the medicine reminded Tyrone of the doctor's advice, and the desire Quintessa had stoked was quickly cooling down. He said coolly, "I'm good, but I worry you're not up for it." All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Me?" Quintessa raised an eyebrow, wondering why Tyrone's tone had suddenly shifted.

Quintessa's finger brushed Tyrone's lips, "Don't you know what I'm capable of?"

Tyrone brushed Quintessa's hand away, "Capable, huh. You've got skills alright, sleeping without a blanket in the middle of the night. Who asked you to throw the blanket on me last night?" The doctor had said Quintessa's fainting wasn't just from heat exhaustion; she had caught a chill last night, leading to a slight fever.

"I saw you lying on the floor; didn't want you catching a cold."

Tyrone's breathing became heavier with irritation, "I'm a man; what's a night on the floor to me?"

Quintessa frowned, "I'm used to it; besides, it's not like anything's wrong with me, right? I didn't feel like there was anything off with my body."

Tyrone suddenly wanted to grab Quintessa by the neck and shake her vigorously, wondering if that might shake some sense into her head. This woman never took her health seriously.

Tyrone scoffed, "Nothing's wrong?

Do you even realize you've had a

low-grade fever, you're

net

malnourished and overworked? You're running your health into the ground, Quintessa. Do you really think you're invincible? You're a woman, not a machine."

Quintessa stunned by the shouting, took a moment to respond, and then laughed, "Of course, I know.

l.n

Otherwise, I wouldn't dare seduce you. Why so angry? Are you worried about me?"

Tyrone pushed Quintessa away, "Right now, I don't want to kiss you; I don't even want to touch you. You better close your eyes and rest.”

Quintessa couldn't figure out why Tyrone was suddenly so angry. Was he concerned about her health?

Quintessa ventured, "I've got a scene this afternoon; after getting hydrated I should head to the set."

Tyrone grabbed Quintessa's slender

wrist, "Scene, scene, scene, is that all

you have in your head? If you dare

go to the set this afternoon,

make

sure you won't get a role ever again.”

Quintessa blinked, "Besides acting, I've got vendettas to attend to!"

Tyrone pointed at her, "You!"

He felt if he continued this conversation with Quintessa, he truly might lose control and strangle her.

Tyrone let go of her hand and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Quintessa lay stunned on the bed; then couldn't help but laugh out loud. Who had ever seen Tyrone caring for someone like this? If this wasn't love, then what was? Had she really got this man wrapped around her finger?