I love this passage:
What would it be like to walk down the aisle and find Clark Kent waiting for her? His oh-so-kissable lips slightly open in awe of how stunningly beautiful she looked.
Of course, with Clark, that was a frequent expression on his face. She had seen him sport it since that first day they met. From time to time, she still caught him gazing at her as if he were amazed that she spoke to him, let alone returned his love. Did he know how heady such an expression was? Did he realize how it shot straight to her heart like Cupid’s arrow? To have such a handsome, caring, and sweet man look at her… her, Lois Lane, the gruff career reporter as if she were the goddess Aphrodite herself, had been as much of an ego boost as winning her first Kerth Award.
It's such a romanticized description of that look on Clark's face. It just goes to show that, no matter what Lois tells herself about despising romance or marriage, she really craves it at heart.
“You look…” Lex continued. His voice faltered. “Beautiful?”
Real suave there, Lex. ::rolls eyes::
