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


    d in her flimsy nightgown, she drifted off to sleep. She''d gotten used to falling asleep fast in the


    harshest conditions. The nket? 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 wasforting, his steady body heat a wee 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.


    ncing 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 eyshes, tightly


    pressed lips, and a bruise on his forehead, probably from being kicked off the bedst 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?


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    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."


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    all Seriously, "I''m the.


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


    Tyrone smirked, "Touch you once,


    kiss you a hundred times. If a


    hundred''s not enough, then a


    vel.ne


    thousand. If you can handle it, good. If not, you''ll still have to." S


    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?"