“Can you not climb back inside that shell of yours every time we’re not together for a few days?” I swallowed eyes locked on his. “My shell?” “Your shell,” he confirmed. “Don’t do that to me, Shannon—don’t block me out. Don’t give me you last weekend and then take it away again. I’m the same me from that night in my house. I’m the same me from every other time we’ve been together. So don’t put a wall up between us, not when you’ve already let me climb over it.”
