She didn’t resist, swaying into his pull and keeping her hands on him. She kept kissing him, too, rather than answer, clinging to him. She kissed him harder, cupping his face, wiping the tears away.
He pulled her closer and buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, before he pulled back to gaze at her, eyes locked on her face as if he were committing her features to memory. He had no idea how long she’d be gone, and if she was actually going to come back or not. So, instead, he allowed himself the long, tender moment to say their goodbyes, arching up into the kiss as he trembled.
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.