The Donor: When Conception Meets Deception - Plot & Excerpts
A delicate wind slips between the shutters of the high arched windows. The crisp autumn breeze wisps over the three melted soy candles that are perched atop the antique birch dresser. Below the handmade Ghanaian bookshelf is a thin trail of grey ash that has flecked off of the incense holder. A faint aroma of Nag Champa, and midnight copulation, lingers in the air like the limbs of drunk lovers. Lovers whose alcohol was, and still is, the liquor of love.Jenae slumbers on the black silk sheets. Wind and sun caress her golden nakedness. Last night’s covers were a nuisance. The street sounds of bike pedals and pedestrians, potholes and patent leather shoes are drowned out by the shower in the master bath. Hot steam ekes from above the cracked door; two metallic squeaks silence the SWOOSH and return the room to quiet. Chase opens the door, unsheathed. He parades into the light; shower mist trails from his skin like a cotton tether. He creeps across the fluffy alpaca rug. He doesn't want to disturb her, at least not yet.
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