He tried to force his mind to focus. He couldn’t cross that threshold with her. Not until he told her. “Lois,” He began again, taking a shuddered breath, “I’m ….” She raked her fingers up and down his chest seductively. “Superman…” He finally managed to say.
She grinned down at him, slipping her hand below his now unbuckled waistband, “Yes, you are,” She murmured, leaning in to recapture his lips once more.
He knocked again, “Lois?”
“Go away, Clark!” She called out angrily. “I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to see you. Just leave me alone!”
He let out a long breath, debating on trying to wait her out. Realizing she wasn’t budging, he laid the rose outside her door and walked away.
It seems there's been a failure to communicate.
