A Summer in Love (A Smallville Fanfiction Story) Chapter Four (Part Three):
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kaylakrystyne
kaylakrystyne Smallville and Clois lover :)
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Two lone souls running from their pasts. One wants to be free. Another wants to escape. They meet in the most unexpected way, and find solace in each other, but how long can that happiness last? CLOIS!!!

A Summer in Love (A Smallville Fanfiction Story) Chapter Four (Part Three):

Out of their own accord, her eyes swept over his form-fitting body. He was the most handsome man she’s ever seen before.

His hair was a dark ebony shade, a few stands laid perfectly on his forehead, and she had a fleeting thought of what it would feel like to run her fingers through it.

His eyes were a mix of blue and green, making them appear aquamarine. He was muscular, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his bulging biceps, as his tight shirt clung to him.

She gulped, silently, he was way too good looking for his own good. She quickly pulled her eyes away, once she realized what she was doing. She couldn’t believe she was actually checking him out.

She couldn’t be doing that, not when he probably thinks she has ulterior motives, and besides, it wasn’t like she would act on her attraction. He was clearly lost, confused, and she sensed a little bit sad, and she was too busy running from her father to think about things like that.

She quickly turned away from him, sat down on the ground, and leaned her back against her car before softly closing her eyes.

Clark didn’t really understand why he didn’t just leave when she offered. She could have called for help herself. He could have left. And this whole meeting could have been forgotten, just like he wanted in the first place.

But...

He didn’t want to leave…not yet. There was something about this girl that intrigued him, excited him, and confused him. She was high-strung, spirited, and voiced her thoughts, but she also surprised him.

She saw him use his powers, and hasn’t breathed a single word about it. Why? Why wasn’t she mentioning it? Questioning him? Running away from him?

He didn’t understand it, but he wanted to find out, and he wouldn’t mind spending more time with her. She was like a breath of fresh air to him.

After he hung up with the tow truck company, he turned towards her, and roamed his eyes over her slim figure. She was leaning against her car with her eyes closed. She was beautiful…the most beautiful girl he has ever laid his eyes on.

Her hair was a light dirty blonde shade, but he got the impression that, that wasn’t her true color. He could picture her with soft, dark chocolate strands, strands that he could see himself wanting to twist his fingers through.

Her eyes were a deep, dazzling hazel, that also had gold tints spreading throughout her irises. He could drown in those beautiful pools, like he could get completely lost just gazing into them.

Her slender physique was intoxicating, the tight blue tank top engulfed her curves perfectly, and the dark black denim jeans acclimated to her hips, making her look all that more beautiful.

All of a sudden, he felt a hot, slightly painful, trickling form behind his eyes, and blinked several times, trying to squelch the heat burning from his eyes. He turned away, not believing that, that almost happened.

He remembered as Kal, how he checked out many different women, and that never happened. What was it about her that was affecting him so profusely?

She was exquisitely beautiful, that was quite obvious, but he couldn’t be looking at her like that. She probably thought he was some kind of freak, and after today, they would probably never see each other again.

He could tell that she was running, just like him, but for different reasons. She seemed defiant, like she was running from something or someone trying to control her life.

There was no way he would ever act on his attraction towards her. She could never be a part of his crazy, pain-filled life. He couldn’t—wouldn’t drag her down with him.

She was so much more than him, and deserved better than him. He slowly walked over towards her, sat down, and leaned his arms against his knees.

He made sure that he was sitting close enough so, he could see her clearly, but also far enough away so, they weren’t touching. She sensed him, and opened her eyes, realizing that he was sitting down next to her. “Uh, what are you doing?”

He looked over at her, puzzled by that question. “I’m not letting you wait by yourself.” She rolled her eyes, muttering that she could take care of herself.

He smiled, but it faded as soon as he noticed the deep gash above her right eye. It was slightly bleeding. How did he not notice that before?

Oh right, he was too focused on why she wasn’t questioning him, running away from him or anything, except the way she was acting. “Your hurt.” She frowned before she remembered the cut on her forehead. “Oh that. It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”

He looked away from her. He did that. It was his fault. He saved her life, but she still got hurt. Why couldn’t he do anything right?

He pushed those foreboding thoughts away before ripping off a piece of his flannel shirt, and gently pressed it against the cut. She slightly winced, but tried not to show it. “Sorry.”

Their eyes found each other, and they felt themselves becoming lost, everything around them faded away until it was just the two of them.

She quickly averted her eyes, liking the way he made her feel way too much, and needed a distraction…pronto. She looked back at him. “I’m Lois, by the way, Lois Lane.” He smiled softly. “Clark. Clark Kent.”

Their eyes locked, smiles lingering in them, and softly, shook hands.

To be continued...

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