She glanced up, startled. “No! No, please don’t do that.” Slowly, she came back over to him, and gently touched his face. “You are a very strange man.”
Isaac straightened up and unconsciously leaned into her hand, eyelashes sweeping across his cheeks as he smiled faintly. “I’m not taking that as an insult, but a compliment. It never hurts to be a little different than everybody else, Summer.”
“Being different has never earned me anything but pain,” she whispered, searching his face. “Don’t leave me. Please don’t ever leave me.”