Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

Fig hadn’t expected her to break so easily, though she had warned him pretty fairly. Later, he would probably feel guilty, as though he’d coerced her into something she hadn’t wanted. But now was not the time for feelings such as guilt or worry. Fig had spent so much of his life being careful, thoughtful, cautious, level-headed and logical. He wanted to be reckless now. Live in the moment. Actually, honestly, authentically live.

So, he did not pull away when she came to him. He gave with a passion and want to match hers. If there was a voice of reason to put an end to their foolishness, it would not come from him. He had pulled himself back onto the ledge once to stop from falling, but he wasn’t falling this time. He was diving headlong into the storm, come what may.

”Anything you want,” he whispered as he soared.