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Supernatural | Erotic Horror
Seduction and Shadows, Chapter 7
Patterns
Morning sunlight was streaming through the window when Dorrie awoke the next morning. She felt less heavy, less burdened. It was a feeling she hadn’t had in several days. Am I dead? She thought to herself. Glancing around the room, she realized that this was her apartment, not some otherworldly place.
Clint sat in a chair beside the bed. “Well, look who’s up!” He smiled at her. “Coffee?” He held a cup out to her, which she gratefully took.
He looked the same—no older, no younger. But there was a serenity on his face that she hadn’t seen before. When she took a look at her hands, Clint said to her, “Oh, yes, you look the same. I was wondering the same thing when I woke up.”
“Well, that’s good…I guess.” She was somewhat disappointed that they didn’t wake up looking younger, but was thankful that they weren’t older—or dead. Looking at Clint, she tried to put her finger on exactly what it was that made the two of them seem so different. Feel so different…That’s it! She suddenly realized what it was.
“Yeah, I don’t feel it, either,” said Clint, reading her reaction. “The constant horniness. I mean, I do, but it’s not eating at me all the time.”
