Guilt

Their bodies combine to make one in a sweet embrace,
and then a movement into a long passionate kiss.
She's up against the wall, push into it as the moment heats up.
He stands close to her, their warmth merges and her heart pounds against her ribs.
Hands explore each other slightly, and an excitement bursts inside them both as they start to move.
The moment is full of lust and desire, as the two seem to be the only people around,
even though they are in an empty room, and no one else would find them.
The excitement slows, and they hold one another, the girl's head on his chest.
What could wreck this moment? An experience the girl had been yearning for for some time.
The rest of the world seemed to reappear as running and crashes can be heard, and friends burst in.
The girl becomes flustered, and she no longer wants to hold the boy, but to escape.
He refuses to let go of her, gently holding her warmly, arms around her stomach.
She stands, still as stone, afraid that something so intimate could have been seen by others.
The two let go, as the friends laugh, and the girl is gone.
Left to think of what she should have done.
Left to feel guilt, even though she was free.
An act that should be made when people trust one another. When people know each other.
Worry floods her mind, without her needing to care.
Morals sink in, and the girl realises, she wished it were someone else, who she can't have.