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 he's getting tired of my excuses about why I can't give him more than sex. Maybe it's time to put my past behind me, and let myself give someone more than my body. But will Josh stick around long enough for me to find the courage to do that?
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