Beautiful. Perfect.
Safe. In Clark's arms she was safe.
Loved. In his eyes she was loved. She was worth loving.
Wanted. In his heart she was wanted … desired … needed.
Her heart rate soared and she felt heat pool in her stomach. Her breath caught as she recalled the feeling of Clark's lips on hers, his hands on her body, his chest clasped close to hers, their feet tangled in soft cotton sheets.
Lois felt a tear trickle down her cheek at the love she felt coming from him, the love she felt for him.
This passage brought (happy) tears to my eyes.
And oh how this already is changing Lois! I'm looking forward to seeing where you take this story... and hoping it's soon.
