Chapter 57 - The Intrusion Of Calamity

André and Vivienne remained tangled together in the sheets. Sweat covered their skin, hair sticking in messy, damp clumps to their faces and shoulders. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Fingers traced along arms, shoulders, sides, hips. Each touch seemed tender, almost intimate, but the reality was a battlefield. Both of them were spent, exhausted, yet neither dared to loosen their grip. The mattress groaned beneath them as if complaining about the abuse it had endured, springs squealing under the weight of their stubborn persistence. A stray pillow flopped uselessly onto the floor, defeated by the chaos.