How should she proceed? How was she to unhinge herself? Or should she, really? And did she honestly want to be ripped away from this strange reality that had cemented its pillars into her core?
Celine’s pulses raced. The heaving in her chest threatened to wrench her heart out of its wall. She became drenched with waves of Overwhelm, and for a brief moment needed to steady her feet. But the Naked Truth simply stared stark cold back at her with a determined and resolute stance.
Snapping back into conscious reality, Celine knew what she needed to do. It was all so simple! Acceptance! Both Worlds had set themselves high up on her heart’s throne, had completely enveloped her being with a depth and warmth she wished not to part with. Her senses were held captive by this novelty, leaving her emotions completely at its mercy.
With a full burst of renewed excitement, eagerness and zest, Celine slid comfortably into Jean-Jacques world. There, she sipped the tea of gentle bliss that had been poured from this warm pot. The kindness and smile in his eyes drew her in magnetically as she curled up in his presence and lay there peacefully. The moments were so refreshing and calming that Celine felt absolutely no desire to leave.
However, she had to. The fiery passion and intense longing emitting from Jules’ presence, was too much to contain and Celine needed to heed the call. The urge, as strong as a raging sea during the height of a storm, tore her apart and there had to be some relief, release, even.
Leaping into his world was a must. Celine bounded toward him like a sped arrow certain to hit the mark. Once there, she drank in every drop of the passion that oozed from him, with an unbridled thirst that became quenched with an unprecedented thoroughness. Her elation and satisfaction reached new heights and Celine cherished every second.
The Naked Truth was the Naked Truth. Its strong grips had bound her tight and secure with double cords from different times, spaces, and realities.
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