My Favourite "Secret"

I was walking down the hall. I had just passed a dark hallway, when suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed me by my belt loop, pulling me into the room. His quick hands spun me around and before my eyes could focus he was kissing me passionately. I didn't need to see his face, no one manhandles me in such a way, and his scent further gave away his identity.
It was a quick kiss. One meant to satisfy the inevitable urge we both would have once we entered into the formal setting we were heading towards, though as two individuals in different standing. It did nothing for me except make me want him more.
The hours following our recent embrace passed slowly. Every time I looked at him I yearned for his touch, to be engulfed in his scent. Whenever he walked by, my heart skipped a beat. Was he doing it on purpose? To torture, torment, and tease me? Did he feel the same way? Was he doing it to himself, too? Was he as anxious to get out of the public eye as I was? Behind closed doors where standing doesn't matter?
But I knew what I was getting in to, a "secret" relationship, though not an affair. One in which passion runs high, and respect deep. The respect for each other to keep our relationship to ourselves, for whatever the reason may be.
He has his life, and I have mine. The two don't mix except for the setting in which we met. It was neater that way. Our relationship is ours, and ours alone. There was no need for anyone else to know about it for it to be legit. It only takes two people, not two people and everyone else they know. Some people suspect, to be sure, we can't suppress every impulse, but no one knows for sure.
I don't know how long this will last, you can never tell how long any relationship will last, but it feels right, and that's what matters. That's all I can ask for.