The Ouroboros Effect
by Stella Purple
1973, 19th May 06:37
New York
The man under the covers grunted. His heart beat quickened. The tempo of his breathing becomes more careful, aware.
The first thing he noticed was the brightness. Compared to the cold and dimly lighted monastery in China, the morning sunlight of New York created such a huge contrast that Logan felt himself getting jet lagged. Was it even possible to experience jet lag from time traveling?
It might be too late to realize this before, but he also felt something brushing the side of his head up until now. The sensation was surprisingly quite soothing, and it brought distant memories he could not recall trying to resurface.
"Good morning, James. Or should I can you Logan, now?" a female voice asks. There was something sexy in the way she speaks huskily. But instead of getting alert, his senses recognized her as a kin; family, friend— no, acquaintance of short.
That caused Logan to roll over and jump on his feet. His eyes travel up to find a woman with silky white hair and ruby red eyes, and they widen when he realized who it was. "You—" he gaped.
Her eyes lid up in humor and her blood red lips curves into a soft, sensual small. "Yes. Me, me."
"How did you get here? How do you know where I'm gonna be?" There were so many things he needed answers for.
"There is nothing I don't know about you, Logan. You can ask me anything. I like to spill." She stood up from the bed, and that was when he noticed how her tailored suit hugger her figure perfectly. It was white; clean and cut. "But this will take some time; which according to our plan, is going to be pretty short. How about you hope in my car and I can start spinning the tale?"
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