“I do see you,” she said, and added, almost too low to be heard, “maybe too much.” When his arms tightened, she looked back up at him, biting at her lip. “Isaac … “
Catching the barely audible words, Isaac’s expression softened and he cast her a curious smile, head tilting to the side. “Yeah? What is it, Summer?”
She couldn’t do it, she realised hazily. He was afraid of touch, and it was rushing, and they’d already come this far — she couldn’t let what she wanted ruin it. So instead she laid her head on his shoulder, making a contented hum, and said, “I’m really glad we met.”