She didn’t waken, but relaxed, and snuggled closer to him. “Isaac,” she murmured in her sleep, yearningly. “Don’t leave me.” With a sigh, and a little shudder, she relaxed further.
His eyes widened a little, before he smiled and relaxed against her, cradling her smaller frame against his chest. “Never,” he murmured sleepily by way of response, before drifting back off moments later.
The sensation of waking with someone’s arms around her was strange. Summer held very still, glancing around the forest and trying to determine if Sir Isaac was awake as well. Did he realise he was holding her, like something precious? Though she supposed a more important question was, why was he holding her? She clearly remembered falling asleep as far away as possible. But he was so warm, and the clasp of his body close to hers stirred things in her.