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Summer evening heat incenses the heart to quicken. Heavy inhales of the smoggy London air. Watching as a cloud of smoke is exhaled and engulfs the beautiful young woman’s face. Heart quickens more, pants stiffen. He knows that he’s not in love with her, but his pride is overwhelmed by his libido.

Their marriage could never work. He knew it, she knew it. Their parents knew it but played pretend. It was a business transaction, that was all. Dowries were supposed to be a thing of the past; they were better masked in the twentieth century.

She was from high society — old money with traces of aristocratic haughtiness. He was an up and comer with a knack for business. Her ill father knew that this young man was the best man for the job, and what better way to let go of his business than to keep it in the family? So the young darlings were set to wed despite their individual desires. This fostered hostility and resentment that would plague their relationship for many years to come.

But every once in a while, the couple engaged in a fantasy that overlooked their mutual distaste. With sexual appetites that needed to be sustained, they would lose themselves in the throngs of an alternate universe where they were in love. But their love was short lived and nothing more than a fleeting spark of intense lust. The spark was enough, however, to push them into the arms of one another.

Summer evening heat incenses the mind to play tricks. Wrapping his arms around her slim waist he pulled her hips closer into his. He traced her pouted lips with the tip of his finger before retrieving the cigarette and flicking it to the ground. They fell into the familiar dream world once more.

She bit her lip and eyed him carefully, lacing her fingers in his tousled locks. Their inhalations and exhalations synced as they breathed in the smoggy London air. She whispered French phrases into his ear; her hot breath tickling his hairs causing his senses to soar.

“Vous êtes mon monde, mon cheri. Voulez vous restes avec moi pour toujours?”

He assents to her request and their bodies intertwine like never before. They move with a tacit beat, understanding every sigh and moan that emits from the other’s mouth. As they sway together they become one single creature — a body of distrust and animosity stimulated by passion. For once, their actions are not motivated by manipulation or duty but by shared desires of satisfaction.

Summer evening heat incenses the body to reach a higher level of being. A mixture of complete bliss and admiration for the one you pretend to love. He lets go of her waist as they finish together. The creature diminishes and they become two separate entities once more. She rolls away from him and lights a new cigarette. The smoke cloud engulfs her face again, but she no longer looks young and beautiful.

Whispering his sorrows away, he says adieu to the woman he could have possibly loved.