Summer nodded. “You should hear them all the time. You deserve to have been looked at all your life, to not have to have hidden and run away.” Her voice grew softer, and she slowly traced down along the line of his jaw before letting her hand fall. “You should be the person surrounded by friends, instead of being lonely.”
“Or locked away in a busted up freezer…” He murmured near silently, folding in on himself, before cocking his head to the side, unconsciously leaning into her touch as his eyes widened. “How…how do you know all of this about me, Summer?”
She froze, breath catching. “I … I’m really good at reading people,” she said after a moment. It wasn’t really a lie; it just wasn’t the whole truth. Finally, she looked away from Isaac, tension riding through her muscles that hadn’t been there before. “I’m sorry. I’m pushing, I shouldn’t push.”