When it comes to guys, I don't do repeats. I'm too messed up to do more than a one night stand. Until Josh. He got a second chance on a technicality. He's got more tattoos than I do, and I want to lick every one of them. Suddenly he's there to help me pick up the pieces after I call the cops on my dad. He rescues me from myself on Halloween. And always with that lazy smile and bone-melting kisses. But...