Sorry.. ok so reposting the above quote (extended version)
It all seemed to take place in slow motion. His hand came up to her
cheek. She raised her head slightly as he stepped closer. She
moistened her lips in anticipation of what would come next. Her heart
began to race. He lowered his mouth to hers, barely touching her lips
with his. Feeling the back of her knees go weak, she steadied herself
by placing her hands on his chest. They seemed to linger that way for
a moment before he stepped back.
"Good night," he said softly.
"Good night," she replied, turning to step through the already open
door of her apartment.
He waited until she closed the door and he heard her turn the locks
before walking - he had to remind himself not to float - back down
the stairs of her apartment building and out onto the street. He
turned and glanced back at her window. A smile lit up his features
when he saw her standing there, watching him go. He paused for a
moment before turning around and walking away. He turned the corner
and, slipping into an alley, spun into the superman suit and sprinted
into the sky - reminding himself that airborne cartwheels were not
permitted until he was sure he would not be seen.
A man with straggly dark hair, wearing a toque, watched in disbelief
as Clark Kent disappeared around the corner and, only a moment later,
Superman reappeared.
He waited until Superman was gone before making his way into the alley.
There was no exit and no Clark Kent. He smiled. It couldn't be that easy.
