And somewhere in the middle of all of that, Henderson showed up, his expression as stoic as if he regularly invaded the marina with what seemed to be half of the MPD.
Love this!
Tellingly, Clark didn't even argue, just steered me toward the bathroom and whispered his own directions in my ear--which might, truthfully, have been the same things the woman had said, but *his* voice actually managed to penetrate the frost-edged fog accompanying me.
Now there's a nice turn. Usually Lois is so resistant to what Clark tells her...unless he's in the blue suit.
It took a long moment for me to remember how to move, to strip and step into the shower and turn the water on as hot as it would go.
Minor point, but I always thought that the advice was to *not* do that when so cold. Because you can't really feel how hot it is and run the risk of scalding yourself. I might be wrong though.
It had only been nine days ago that I'd been kidnapped, and since that time, I'd been in danger more often than even I was used to
She *has* broken all of her records, hasn't she? Someone get this girl a spot in the Guiness Book of World Records!
I dared not speak and break the spell surrounding us, so I merely reached out and pushed on his shoulder, getting him to lie back. He watched me as I pulled the covers up around us, and when I stilled, he opened his arms and allowed me to curl up beside him, attaching myself to his warmth. A moment passed before I could even think about anything but relief that he was there for me.
Yay for WAFFs!
"You don't need your glasses right now," I murmured, the words slurring together. It was shocking how quickly I was slipping toward sleep.
"I..." His voice trailed off, but he made no move to draw away when I stirred to reach up and remove his glasses. An image of them lying abandoned on the dock jolted me to a halt before I forcibly shook the memory away and set the glasses almost reverently on the nightstand.
I love this. Shows just how trusting Clark is with her.
own expression--lit, as it was so often, by the early evening light, as if the sun sought him out as avidly as he sought its warmth--was sleepy and not quite focused.
Love the phrasing here!
