Thick skin? Or defensive shields? I suspect it’s the latter, and that his shields are full of cracks he’s not even aware of. I wish he’d let me slip through one of them and work my way inside. I study his profile and think back to the fire pit, and the stuff he shared with me that night. Maybe I’ve worked at least a foot through one of his shields. But will he ever let me the rest of the way in? I’d sure as hell rather be invited in than have to sneak my way in like some stealthy love ninja. The thought of a little miniature version of me dressed in all black head to toe and weaseling my way
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