The Incident in the Library Study Room

I was sitting alone in a library study room last night, cramming for my contracts class. Suddenly, the door opened and in walked Alex, a third-year law student I've had a crush on since orientation week. We exchanged greetings, and he asked if it was okay to join me. As we were studying side by side, our shoulders kept brushing against each other, sending electric tingles through my body. After an hour or so of this intense, almost unbearable proximity, I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned in close and kissed Alex, who, surprisingly, responded enthusiastically. We quickly moved to the desk and began undressing each other with urgent hands. My heart was pounding as our bare bodies pressed together, his lips exploring every inch of my skin. As we started having sex on that study table, I couldn't help but feel a mix of guilt and elation. The intensity of it all felt both incredibly wrong and right at the same time. Is this something others deal with too? Am I just an adrenaline junkie looking for forbidden thrills or is there more to it?