Through the summer heat and paper-thin walls, Phoebe knows the sound of him-Devon's laugh, his music, the low hum of his voice when the night gets quiet.

When a blackout plunges the city into darkness, his voice drifts through the vent, low and tempting: "Come up here."

One night. No power. Just the pull they've both tried to ignore-until now.

-All characters are over 18 and fictional-