Shift – Speechless

Continued from scene seven

“You know, there’s another reason I never told you about our history or made a shift in front of you until last night.

“If I were to expose a potential student to our history and make a shift in front of them, they may change their mind and refuse the gift. They may even go so far as to betray me with a hidden camera. Think about it; millions could be made, and shifters would again be hunted down like they were in the old days. In contrast, withholding the information until they transition protects me and puts them in a predicament.”

“How so?”

“I’ll answer by saying this. Betray me, betray yourself. You are one of us now and will suffer equally.”

“So you didn’t trust me.”

“You have to understand, relationships crumble every day over the mundane. And I had no way to know for sure how deeply you loved me until yesterday when you laid down on the table before me. A trust like no other was given and taken at that moment by both of us, sealing our fate forever.”

Feeling panicked, I stared out over the balcony onto the beach below.

“Slow your breathing, it will subside, and we can continue.”

“What about the others? You said you’ve loved no one like me. But they laid before you as well.”

“This is true; shifters and students love one another like family. But you’re my soulmate, and even you, my once bonehead bodybuilder, has to know the difference.”

“I’m sorry, my head is spinning right now. Yesterday, today, it’s all too much. I need to lay down.”

Taking my hand, she led me to the couch, smiled, and left the room. Several minutes later, she returned in a nurse’s uniform. Walking toward me, her long legs shimmering through white pantyhose, she said, “I hear you’ve been feeling a little under the weather. Is it alright if I sit? I need to take your temperature.”

I was speechless.

Her legs crossed as she nudged in beside me. “Oh my, young man, your temperature seems to be rising. Have you been under a lot of stress lately?”

“Uh, Huh.”

“Well, let’s see if I can do something about that.”

As her long red fingernails made their way under my shirt, dark hair engulfed my face, the day turned into night, time disappeared, and our bodies became one with each shift, lost in the depths of ecstasy.

It was midnight before I woke up, and Karen was nowhere to be found.

Continue to scene nine

Shift is an online work of fiction.

This is the first draft of my mauscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.

The story centers around shapeshifting.

I’m currently working on chapter seven.

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