Astrea did not believe Davina could ever understand the yearning she had grappled with while they had been in such close proximity. The crippling desire that burned within her, flames crawling up her spine setting her mind and heart alight. In the solitude of night she could feel the humidity creep up her back. Astrea noticed hair stuck to her face, damp from the long treck home. She was startlingly conscious of the slight breeze that teasingly blew upon her neck each time Davina huffed in tiredness. All thoughts of remaining in control soon disappeared, replaced by a need to feel skin upon skin, to hear her heart beat faster with each word she muttered into her ear. -------------------------- Astrea and Davina are from two entirely different worlds, unsure of who they are and grappling with turbulent lives. When a murder places them both under the town's lime light and forces them together how will they react? Will tensions grow and friendships die or will new love bloom over perished old ones?