Well look who it is.
Celeste very much had a habit of being flighty. There was always something new grasping her attention that often made her wander and lose touch with things that had otherwise grown familiar – but never intentional. Never did she take her bonds for granted. So when she recognized the voice from behind her, it took her a few seconds to turn around and finally face the male, because she had missed him more than she’d like to admit.
Instead of verbalizing her excitement, her body instinctively moved, bounding toward him so that she leaped into his grasp. With her arms wrapped tightly about the girth of his shoulders and her legs constricting his waist, she held onto him as if they’d disappear from each other again in that instant. “What the hell…”
