Summer didn’t give any thought to what she did next; she just reacted with the impulsivity that was one of her greatest faults. She half-rolled out of her chair and hugged Isaac tightly. “I don’t want you to leave,” she whispered.
As expected, he tensed up but only briefly, breath hitching before he ever so slowly relaxed and melted into her arms. Reaching to tentatively pat her on the head, he smiled and ducked his head almost shyly. “I’m not going anywhere, Summer. I promise.”
She buried her face in his neck, nose against his skin, and made a humming sound of agreement. She would have to let go eventually, she knew, or end up pushing him away by wanting too much. But not /just/ now. Just now he was warm and genuinely sweet and she missed hugs.