After he rejected me six years ago, I've steered clear of Jonas. Until now. I need his help, and I won't take no for an answer. The plan is to show up at his house and plead my case, but a rainstorm derails everything, trapping us together for the weekend. When he catches me in a compromising position, things quickly spiral out of control. We promise each other the weekend to purge the desire that's been simmering for six long years. No fantasy is too dark, too filthy, too forbidden, to play out. The only rule is that this thing between us ends when the storm does. Surely it's the one rule I can keep from breaking?