Nothing could be worse than having to take a temporary job in a spooky old college town. Until I realize Im living downstairs from a terrifying mothman.

The only thing I want is to get back to my old life as soon as possible, until I realize that the most terrifying thing about the mothman is his obsession with well-made lamps—and I notice how good his butt looks during our shared yoga class. Slowly, he wraps himself around my heart like one of his chunky, hand-knitted blankets. Will I be able to shake off the sparkly moth dust when it's time to go home?