As he went to open it, Lois set her hand on top of his, stopping him. “No, Clark, not here.”
He took a lungful of air and gazed at her hopefully.
“My place. 3 a.m. How you get there is up to you.”
Clark’s jaw dropped.
Lois winked as she rolled back to her desk. “My answer, on the other hand, depends on your presentation.”
Awfully sweet and romantic considering their history.
Umm... Michael... 3 AM proposal date isn't for witnesses.
And now... you made it really really dirty.
Michael
