The Dreams of the Pure-Hearted (Clark/Diana Drabbles) by Emily Feist
Part Four: That Night...
That night I finally let go.
She looked too beautiful.
I couldn't play coy anymore.
I didn't think of something sexy to say.
I wish I had Bruce's way with words.
She didn't seem to mind.
I took her arm and pulled her into me.
Her face was flushed.
Her eyes were full of need.
The lower lip trembled in anticipation.
I placed my equally shaking lips against hers.
Our first kiss.
So much emotion exploded in that moment.
It’s amazing how one kiss can bring out all the passion.
That night we made out like a couple of teenagers.
