Can't Have You
We Shouldn't: Book 2
Angry, black-clad, skinny little punk chick.
That’s the face I show the world.
Until Finn Gallagher takes one look at me and shreds my mask to pieces.
The first time I meet him, Finn straps me to his chest and jumps out of a plane.
My heart is going to explode.
Is it the adrenaline, or the fact that he’s all man, all muscle, and he looks at me like he wants to eat me?
Oh—and he happens to be my brother’s best friend.
Also known as off-limits. Forbidden. No-go.
Irresistible. Brooding. Beautifully broken adrenaline junkie.
Finn doesn’t even want me. He says so himself.
Looks me right in the face and shakes his head: No thanks. Not my type.
But his eyes say something different.
His lips don’t agree, either.
His hands? Don’t even get me started.
He can pretend all he wants, but I see right through him.
Life is short.
I say we self-combust and break a few bed frames along the way.
What could possibly go wrong?