Star Gazing

We went one mild November night to the top of a University building that we were denied access to. But he knew how to get us in, up steep stairs, my skirt catching on the tight curves.
Finally our labors get us up hundreds of feet, above the trees and damp grass and the lazy headlights mulling below. Breath escaped at the stars that boastfully shined, it seemed, only for us. Both sets of eyes darted across the sky in a fantastic display of affection. It seemed that we would see something that we couldnt from the ground floor where the rest of the world resided. We sat on the gravel-y covering of the roof and escaped together. The stars hummed a soft song, between verses, outside of everyone's reach but ours. Slowly, we all spun together.