It had been totally unlike he’d ever dreamt of - passionate, yes... but not loving and tender like he had always pictured it in his fantasies. He’d been starving for her, so much that her needs had come second to his. He’d been selfish. Incredibly selfish.
Where to go, then? London? Paris?
Ooh! Don't go to Paris! I hear it's nothing but heartache over there!
Clark winced at the sarcasm. No, Lois hadn’t forgotten last night yet either, and it looked like no matter how convincing she had tried to sound when she’d claimed that nobody was responsible for it, she was blaming him.
He’d been there. He’d flown through the window and caught every single bullet at super speed. Every single one of them. No-one had been hit.
Wow! Ouch! The implications of that hurt!
“Why? Because you’re hiding out here?” his mom retorted.
“Of course!” he exclaimed; it was obvious, wasn’t it?
Go Martha!!
“Clark, your father and I really think that you should consider telling Lois the truth.”
He froze. It wasn’t as if the thought of confessing everything to Lois hadn’t occurred to him at least a hundred times since that split-second decision to play dead. But there’d been a time for that, and that time had been before he’d made love to her.
Why isn't there a graemlin for speechless, goggling, and I think it's a slight gurgling coming out of my mouth instead of words.
She held back a yelp of pain and crouched back into the darkness. Too late. Their steps were getting closer now. They would find her...
No!! Is that an a-plot I see barrelling towards me?
Sara (who's finally catching up on some reading
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