She’d had a particularly vivid dream the night before that had featured saving Clark from a lonely Christmas morning.
There was no one else like him, no one else who had ever made her feel that safe and cherished – not even Superman.
Yay!!!
She already knew what she was going to give him for Christmas next year – assuming she could wait that long before kissing him again.
<breathes a happy sigh of WAFFiness>
Loved this story! Great job on it!
