“No!” The word shot out of her before she could stop it. “Don’t leave,” she said more calmly. “I’m — I’m not trying to — well, I am, but — I’m just not the good person you think I am, Isaac.” She twisted her fingers together. “Sorry. This isn’t why I — I didn’t mean you to see this. I’m sorry.”
He stilled and promptly stiffened, still uncomfortable when another raised their voice, even if they had shown absolutely no previous intention to ever harm him. Turning slightly to face her, Isaac’s expression softened and he sighed, reaching out to brush his fingertips against hers. “Why don’t you let me be the judge of that, huh?”
Summer looked mutinous, but she couldn’t actually come up with a reason to argue with him that didn’t just sound stupid. Gracelessly, she gave in. “I warned you.” She looked at their fingertips, just barely touching, and sighed. “Are you trying to make me feel better with that?” The smile was shy and tremulous, and she turned her hand so his fingertips rested in her palm. “I’m not sure it’s having the kind of effect you wanted.”