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A soft knock sounded on the door. "Lois?"
She turned. They had arrived at Clark's parents' farm an hour ago, and he had insisted she use his bedroom to put on her suit. "Come in, Clark," she said.
The door opened, and he walked in. Not Clark, but Superman.
He was magnificent.
His suit clung to his sculpted body, emphasising every carved muscle, every breathtaking curve.
"Wow," she breathed.
"Wow, yourself," he said, his voice sounding like something had throttled his vocal cords.
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Thanks for sticking with me through so many parts
Corrina.
