“You really think so?”
“I’ve never had a fling in my life,” Summer said, sitting up to meet his eyes. “I /always/ get attached. I’m trying to learn to let go.” She sighed and took his hand, tracing a doodle in the palm with a fingertip. “Tell me what you want. Right now. What do you want?”
Isaac looked at her, trying to decide what he did actually want. He swallowed and looked her over, letting her play with his hand (which admittedly he really liked) and sighing. “At this very moment, what I want is for you to know that it’s okay to get attached to me. Because I think I’m starting to get attached to you too. And… I want to make you feel good. In whatever way that may be. However you want,” he said after a while, shrugging a little.
“Can I have a kiss?” she asked very quietly, trying to hide the terrible upsurge of hope spinning through her blood. “I think I would like that. And see where that goes. And — and,” her voice fell to a whisper, “maybe we can go on a date? Be … serious? Together?”