Wobbling, she took another step forward, hand reaching out to his. She was visibly shaking, now, and pulled her fingers back briefly before letting them settle in his palm.
And then she was laughing and crying, smiling so hard she thought her face might crack and hurling herself into his arms. “Oh, Isaac, Isaac!”
He let her take the movements at her own pace, knowing that she had to be overwhelmed, at least a little. If she was feeling anything like he was, she’d be terrified and awed to see him there, for he couldn’t stop staring at her.
“Oh, Summer…” He breathed out and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist as her body slammed into his, staggering a little before burying his face in her fiery hair, tears leaking down his face.
She buried her face in his shoulder, clinging with all her might. Her legs stopped holding her up, and she sank to the floor, pulling him down with her. “What took you so long?” she whispered, voice choked. “Why did you not come to me right away? This whole time, you’ve been here, and I did not know.” She kissed him, before he could answer, passionate and desperate.