Her fingers slid down his cheek and past the line of his jaw. Then, they curled and the upper side of her forefinger swept forward to the point of his chin and rested there.
It felt *exactly* like the precursor to a kiss.
Clark awaited his fate, unable to think, unable to breathe, unable to move.
Her eyes were on his mouth, or perhaps it was his chin. His gaze fell to her mouth. It was slightly open. Open enough that he could *almost* imagine what it would feel like if the impossible happened.
Then, her hand slipped away and dropped into her lap.
Clark felt a wave of light-headedness assail him.
Thanks!
Corrina.
