What a wonderful story! So sweet and romantic. Go B-plot! Go B-plot!
Also, Lois is not with Lex for the purposes of this story because Lois and Lex is just icky.
Confidence begins to sprout in my mind while my heart starts to thump faster and harder at Clark's light touch. Thank God he can't hear what effect he is having on me. I think I'd die of embarrassment if he could.
only because we know he can!
With a flashlight, he peruses the wines that he has stored on the wall rack and chooses a bottle of red after what appears to be some internal debate.
He doesn't want her to know he can chose wine without a wine stewart like Lex?
His face brightens across the table from me, and his smile seems to light up the entire apartment.
I love the lines like this one you have sprinkled throughout the story. So sweet!
I nod. "When Perry decided to make you my partner, I thought it might be best if I checked out some of your work. Just to see what kind of a writer you were."
This makes total sense in a Duh! sort of way. But didn't he write many of those articles in other languages?
I feel like there has to be more to his story, but it seems clear that whatever it might be, it hurts him too much to think about. And that makes me angry. Clark is one of the sweetest, gentlest, most giving people that I have ever met. How could anyone or anything cause him pain?
I love how she's championing him here like she usually does with Superman.
I soften my tone. "Please?"
Clark looks slightly panicked.
Bet he wasn't expecting her to beg him to share the bed!
Paul used to reek of cigarettes and cheap cologne. And I'm pretty sure that Claude used to marinate himself in cheap liquor and only shower every few days. But Clark...Clark smells like...rose scented soap and wind and safety and home.
I like how she keeps comparing him to the other men in her life and everyone else comes up lacking. Plus, only Clark would smell of "wind".
I love that image. (if scent could be an image that is... perhaps the correct term would be phrase. Yes, phrase!)
Soon enough, I feel his breaths even out and grow deeper, and I know that he has fallen asleep. As for me, I remain awake a little while longer, not because I want to, but because my brain is racing at a thousand miles an hour.
I'm a little surprised that Clark's more comfortable in this position than Lois! Being that he's the one who floats in his sleep. Maybe he's just better at faking it.
"Clark," I say, taking comfort from having his arms around me, "about last night..."
I can almost hear the color draining from his face. "I'm so sorry, Lois. I knew that I should have stayed on the couch."
Um... she backed into him. What is he ashamed about?
And that's because he's not real. He's a disguise. My disguise. I am Superman
I was beginning to wonder if this just going to be a great couple of days together when you go and do a reveal!
