Can't Have You — Lilian Monroe

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?