One More Chance

Chloe raised her eyebrows as he asked the embarrassingly close to home question, of why she’d never accepted the invitation to court such a nice, successful, charming guy like Bruce undoubtedly was. The answer was equally embarrassing, and she felt her cheeks flush at the idea of speaking the exact words aloud. It was a stupid idea to tell him exactly what was going on in her heart and head, he’d just let her down as usual. But she felt she had to at least show him her faith in him and lay down one more chance.

As she watched his eyebrow quirk up and his face seem to loom closer, she wanted to tell him her pathetic ideals of waiting around like she always had for him to come back to her. As far as Clark had been concerned, she just could never give up on him, even if she said otherwise aloud. Like when he had run away to Metropolis three years ago, she told Lana to forget him and move on, but really she hadn’t done that herself, and gone looking for him again after her luck of stumbling across him once before.

She shivered slightly at the feeling of his slightly rough finger, compared to her skin anyway, trail down her sensitive forearm, her eyes closing briefly, biting back a low moan at the feeling of any direct physical contact. 5 years was a long time not to be touched by anyone. Especially the familiar sizzles of heat Clark’s touch sent through her nerves. It was pathetic that such a simple thing at him stroking her arm could do that to her and she knew it…but it was no use. He had all of her, and always would, no matter what.

“Well…I suppose you could say dealing with Lex so often put a bad taste in my mouth when it comes to the rich and famous.” She told him with a wry smirk.