“I’m not him!” Clark said, holding up his hands in self-defense. “I know I may have said that to get you into the sack, but it’s not true. It’s not!”
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Poor guy. No, Clark. All you had to say was that you’ve got a pulse of 60.
“So, you and I…” Clark gulped, pointing between them. “We never…”
She smiled like a Cheshire Cat. “Oh, so now you’re tempted.”
“No!”
She’s naughty!
My hands and tongue on your bare skin. The heat of my body making you scream with pleasure.
Is she trying to evoke some form of physical reaction?
LOIS: Oh, she can get her physical reaction, all right.
She shrugged, pulling off her sweatshirt to reveal a body hugging t-shirt. “I’m willing to try anything to get your memory back.”
This was what her apartment had been last summer, back when the Voyeur had been spying on her.
Must be a coincidence.
Oh, crap! Damn Kent! Did he have to be right about that too?
CLARK: /adorable shrug/