Alexander took her on a flight under the starry night and Roxana enjoyed the cold wind in her hair. She watched the city below, a thousand lights glowing, and then he flew her over the ocean, which reflected the sky and his large wings.
They landed on the beach and then she lay beside him, in his large wing. This was truly a magnificent experience. She felt free in an entirely different way.
"How come you don't often fly when it feels like this?" She asked.
"I don't know. I have things that feel better. Like being with you."
She smiled. He was in a very romantic mood tonight but she knew he wasn't trying to be. He was just speaking his mind.
"Shall we just sleep here?" He asked, his voice calm. "This place smells like you."
"If you are alright with it. I am warmed by your wing anyway."
