Something in his brain nagged him as he lifted her off the counter and into his arms. He was supposed to do something. Coffee?
Lois: I need less clothing, this is not working.
Right! Delay. Delay. Delay! Tell Lois the truth.
we are going to make love.
“I love you, Chuck,” she murmured against his hair.
Lois:
it is really going to happen.
“I love you, too, Lois,” he whispered, hating himself for not being able to resist her charms enough to tell her the truth first.
Lois: That's OK. I don't want to talk with words anymore.
Carlos had told Clark to go home, marry Lois, and create his own descendants for Utopia. “That woman isn’t minha,” Carlos had insisted. Lois wasn’t his. Well, the man was a priest after all.
they are really moving forward.
