Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
Summer blinked, distracted from her reading by the cry. Putting the book down, she frowned around the room, then peered outside. Isaac was leaning on the wall, looking like someone had hit him and he wasn’t healing. “Isaac?”