She curled her head and arms against his family’s crest and relished his embrace.
more touching.
A series of gunshots peppered the air. She felt Clark’s arms tighten and jerk against her back as they unexpectedly landed and rolled across a gravel-strewn roof.
Oh no, something is terribly wrong.
Clark had folded his cape around them, but it was still a rougher than usual landing. They skidded to a stop with Lois on top of him.
Just where she likes to be.
more kissing.
