“As tempting as it might be to pin you up and store you in my closet with the other toxic specimen, why don’t you just try accepting that you’re not dead.” Such a little stalker—she would enjoy keeping me forever in a glass case. “You make me fucking crazy.” A heavy sigh shakes her shoulders. “Why are you still so set on hiding from me? Putting all these walls between us. Have I not shown that you can trust me with yourself?”
