“Lois,” Clark inquired, moving from the bathroom to his bedroom window.
I am having an effect on him.
“Clark, you seem a bit nervous,” she observed.
Lois: It's not like we have not slept together yet. OK, maybe never the way I want to, but we have technically selpt together, in your bed.
He smiled at her, hopefully in a reassuring manner.
Lois: I guess I should touch him now.
She left the archway and moved towards him.
“Wait!” he said, holding up his hand. “I don’t want you to step on broken ceramic.”
Lois:
He is protecting me.
