What, has no one replied to this part yet? How can that be?
Okay, let me guess - it might be because nothing much happened in it to really advance the plot, either romantically or, well, "detective-storily". There was no new major smooching, and Lois and clark didn't go to work together so we could watch poor Clark stumbling around. And we didn't learn anything more about what has happened to separate(?) Clark and Superman.
That said, I think the part was funny and sweet. I had a lot of fun watching poor Clark as he searched frantically for a usable razor. This was so funny:
He had found it after searching his whole bathroom twice, and still he had almost missed it. Who hid his razor as if it were a pirate's treasure? Besides, the razor was only useful for one purpose – committing suicide. The rusty blade would probably cause a sepsis without cutting even a single hair.
Oh, so funny! Poor Clark!
My favorite part was this, though:
She enjoyed the feeling of this strong chest against her skin and again she inhaled Clark's scent. His hands were stroking her back soothingly, stilling her shivering body with slow, assertive moves. Lois felt oddly safe despite the fact that the world seemed to be falling apart. It was as if nothing mattered but the gentle man who held her. Her lips tingled with the surfacing memories of how it felt to kiss him. Lois hoped that Clark wouldn't notice how she felt about him right now. She wanted to drag him back to his bed and kiss him senseless until they found oblivion in each other's arms.
Yes, yes! Kiss him, Lois! Kiss him!
But...
It wasn't right though.
“I'm sorry,” Lois muttered and pulled away from his embrace. “I shouldn't… we shouldn't…”
Noooooooooooooooooooooo..... <deep sigh>
“It's what, Lois?” He wiped away the last remainders of the salty, wet trails along her cheeks. She seemed to be almost desperate as she wasn't able to express her sadness anymore, her lower lip was trembling and in this moment she looked more like a child than the woman who had saved him a few hours ago.
Oh, this is incredibly sweet! I love it!
Clark swallowed hard as he felt the warmth of her touch and heard her endearing words. How was he ever going to face her again, if he didn't tell her the truth, he wondered. His heart missed a beat at the mere thought of admitting his lies. But he had to tell her, now or never. She would kill him if he kept his amnesia from her any longer. Just a few deep breaths and maybe he would muster enough courage to do what he should have done hours ago.
Yes!!!! Yes!!!! Tell her!!! Tell her!!!!
But....
“We've got to get ready,” Lois interrupted his thoughts. Her voice was unsteady, breaking away while she said the words. “That is, if you're up to it.” She studied Clark once more and meaningfully glanced at the white bandage at his side.
Noooooooooooo!!!!!! Lois interrupted his thoughts? And because she interrupted them, we can't expect him to work up the courage to tell her for the rest of this chapter?
Ahh, well. I wish a few more things had happened here. Still, it was a sweet, endearing, gently humorous chapter. Not bad! Not bad at all! Only
please come back soon and set a few other things in motion, will you, Barbara?
Ann
Okay, onto reading. 