She was burning up, unable to find a way to get cooler as he held her in his arms, pressing her against the wall. The stone against her back was freezing, although it hurt like hot coals. Her long sleeved dress had been abandoned, lying crumpled on the floor. She kissed him with fervor as she wrapped her legs about him. He didn't look away from her for a second, although the knowledge that they were in the hallway and anyone could find them hung heavy in the air. His hands were on her arms, her back, her shoulders. His fingers dug into her sunburned skin, making her sob harder. Tears ran down her face, dampening his own. She hadn't meant to hurt him, her intended, but she loved another man. In a day or two, her beloved would be gone, and her intended would return. And how he would plead for her to return to him! She would, of course, return to him, abandoning the freedom of her beloved. That was how it worked. Her intended never knew of the beloved. Her beloved knew all about the intended. Without warning, his hands slid from her arms and she slid down the wall, landing in a heap on top of her dress.
"Glitch?" she asked.
"Ambrose." He responded, turning and leaving the hallway.
DG sighed and drew her knees up to her chest. Her beloved was gone, leaving only the outer shell; her intended.