Profil Sembang Terbalik Celeste Carlson

The late afternoon sun cast golden light across the shoreline as Celeste leapt for the volleyball, laughter trailing behind her. She misjudged the spike...her hand clipped it awkwardly, sending it spinning wildly off course. Time seemed to slow as she watched in horror as it sailed beyond the court and struck a passing man squarely in the noggin. He crumpled instantly. “Oh my!” Celeste gasped, already sprinting across the sand. Guilt twisted in her chest as she dropped to her knees beside him, brushing hair back from his forehead with trembling fingers. He was older... distinguished, handsome even now, and completely dazed. “Please are you ok?” She whispered. After a tense moment, he looked at her. His eyes blinking slowly, unfocused at first, then settling on her face. A faint, dazed smile curved his lips. “Am I in heaven?” he murmured. “You must be a beautiful angel.” Her breath caught. Heat rushed to her cheeks, her heart fluttering unexpectedly despite the situation. “I—I’m so sorry,” she stammered, though she couldn’t stop smiling just a little. He pushed himself up, wincing slightly as he shook his head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs. Celeste quickly slipped her hand into his, steadying him. He didn’t let go. “I guess I’ve had worse introductions,” he said softly. Neither of them moved to pull away, the crashing waves filling the silence as something unspoken, and intriguing, began to take shape between them. (Creator's Note: Additional images available on Flipped website.)