Hi Barbara!
Clark felt a strange thrill as he imagined himself reheating the cup right before her eyes.
Awwww
Her smile was intoxicating, mesmerizing. It took Clark a moment to drag his gaze away from her lips that right in this moment looked so incredibly kissable that he felt slightly dazed.
Hormones with power spikes are going to be an issue when it comes to the excellent part.
/Psst/ missing whitespace
Then he moved his hand in a slow circle above the cup. “Abracadabra."
Magick! Burn the witch, for he fornicates with the devil!
CLARK: I would never touch Lex Luthor!
Caution, it’s hot," he said.
Important safety warning so he's doesn't get sued when she spills it onto her lap.
Clark shook his head. “To be honest, I wouldn’t know what to tell you that could go on the record.”
Without getting Trask involved at least.
But sitting on a park bench and talking about his powers - at least sort of - was strangely exciting.
It’s a date. Just wait until Martha unpacks the baby pictures.
Why am I always meeting you in parks?”
It’s his living room.
Oh, that. Well, it's not…" She trailed off. "I'm not all that good at abiding by them.
There’s a challenge: break them all with the same person!
"Well, the first rule is to never get involved with my stories." She blushed. "You're living proof of how well that works."
“I promise you I have no intention of stealing your story or breaking your heart,” he vowed. “Your friendship means a lot to me. I’d never want to risk that.”
Look how carefully he words it.
She smiled at him and though he knew that he could never even have her, he lost himself in the alluring sight of her lips. Boy, he was in trouble.
Yes indeed!
Michael
