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“I’m not sure what this is between us...” she said quietly, as though not to disturb whatever strange magic this seemed to be.

His hand still cupping her cheek, he watched silently, certain that her eyes had flitted down to his lips for a long second and that she’d leaned into him just a little more closely than she had been.

“This feeling, this...” Her eyes seemed to read him, to stare into his soul. “It’s like we’re connected somehow, and it doesn’t make any sense how. We just met. We just... It’s like we’re...” She trailed off, letting out a breath that was almost half a whimper.

And Clark couldn’t help but lower his lips to hers, a tentative touch at first, slow and achingly tender, as his heart threatened to pound right out of his chest and the tingling of anticipation and need thrummed throughout his body. When she whimpered again and melted into him, his heart soared fiercely, and he deepened the kiss, bringing his other hand up so that both were framing her face as his mouth slanted against hers. As he drew his lips across hers again and again and let his tongue oh so gently explore, her warmth and softness and the way she so eagerly met each caress of his mouth only added to the intensity of all the feelings flooding through him.

After what seemed like another eternity—this one of perfect bliss and belonging—he slowed and gentled their kisses, eventually pulling back and resting his forehead against her, his hands sliding down to her neck.

“Sorry,” he whispered as they both tried to catch their breath. “I...couldn’t help...sorry.”

“Oh, God, don’t be sorry for that...don’t—nope...don’t be sorry.” She closed her eyes as a smile spread across her face, and she let out a breathy laugh.

Clark’s heart fluttered madly, and he couldn’t help but smile too. Even as they stood there, still breathing hard, their hearts racing, it seemed they were surrounded, wrapped snugly in a cocoon of all the extraordinary, profound emotions he couldn’t even begin to list or describe.