"You remember?" she whispered, tears filling her eyes.
He hesitated then nodded. "I remember you. The sandbox. 'Rescuing' Lana. Kissing you and telling you I was going to marry you."
"Anything else?"
He closed his eyes, like he was concentrating, then shook his head and sighed. "No. That's it."
He remembered only the sandbox!
He rolled off of her, onto his side as the water continued to lap around them.
And because he couldn't remember more, he rolled off of her!
He stood up and held out a hand to help her up. "What sounds good?"
She thought for a minute. "Italian?"
At least she made him go for Italian...
"Tan lines," she said simply, as a way of explanation.
She was trying to kill him. That was all there was to it.
Yes, she is trying to get him to make love to her, so she is certainly trying to kill him! Right, Clark? :rolleyes:
"Are you going to kiss me again?"
He hesitated. "Maybe. I, um, stopped at the house when I went to get dinner and brought a few photo albums back with me. Do you think we could go through them again?
Please let's do anything but make love!
Ann
