She couldn’t bring herself to pull away. Not now. She wanted one more sweet memory before leaving, something to tide her over however long it took before she could come back. “Isaac … ” she whispered. She pressed herself closer to him, as close as she could get, tugging at his tunic.
“I never want to let you go,” he protested sadly, regret and guilt lacing his voice heavily, his fingers tightening in her clothes as he crumpled the material in his fists. “I love you so much, Summer…” he breathed out then, pressing up against her, too afraid to even move away a little bit.
“Don’t let go yet,” she whispered back. “Not just yet. Tomorrow is soon enough. Not tonight, after all, not tonight.” She kissed him again, trying to taste the words in his mouth and take them away with her.