“I want.” Summer’s response was very soft, shy in a way that implied she wasn’t used to getting what she wanted that way. She ducked her face into his shoulder. “Please,” she added, muffled.
“I’d like that a lot, Summer.” He tightened his hold further and reached out to tilt her head up to look him in the eye. “What are you hiding for? You’ve made me feel so happy, you know that, right?”
“I know. Oh, I know,” she breathed. “I just — I’m so happy, if I look at you I think I might explode from it.” Playfully, she shifted away from his hold on her chin enough to kiss his fingers. “I want — I want so much, /so much/, Isaac, and you — and you’re here, and — ” Her eyes brimmed with tears suddenly.