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Clark’s heart pounded in his throat, his body drenched in
a sudden sweat. Lex. Lex was going to die. They had a gun to his
head. A big gun. It glinted in the sunlight from the window of Lex’s
office. Clark couldn’t move. He tried desperately, to burst
into super speed, to move fast enough to knock the gun away from
Lex’s fragile skull. But he couldn’t. His feet were
weighed down, his body immobile. He was paralyzed and there was
nothing he could do. Lex looked at him with tears in his eyes and
said, “I love you. I’m sorry.” And the gun went
off. Clark screamed. The bed clothes were drenched. His breathing was so fast and out
of control that small puffs of ice-cold air burst from his lips.
Lex. Dead. The pain and panic ripped him open again. Clark bit back another
cry and cradled his head in his hands. It was a dream. Wasn’t it? Just a dream. Lex was fine. Alive
and well—sleeping in the penthouse, dreaming of women with
long legs and pouting lips. Just a dream. A dream. He buttoned his shirt, tied his sneakers, flung open the door,
blinked several times into the rushing wind and touched down on
the penthouse balcony. He just needed to look. Just to see. X-ray
showed that Lex was alone in bed, his breathing regular and even.
Just a dream. So why was he walking through the door? Why was he drawn down
the hall? Why was he gazing at Lex, pale and gorgeous against wine-red
sheets? “Clark.” Lex didn’t even sound startled. He sounded like he always
did when Clark showed up unexpectedly. He sounded like Clark belonged
right there with him at all times and of course Clark would be standing
there at three in the morning. “Hi, Lex.” “Is everything okay?” His voice was rusty, but still
sexy as hell. Clark smiled. “Yeah. It is now.” Lex lifted his brows and stretched drowsily. “Do I need
to get up?” “No. I—” Clark shuffled his feet a bit. “Um,
dreamed that you died. It was so real. I needed to see you.”
Lex smiled softly, “I remember when my mother was dying,
I would dream that she had passed on and wake up terrified. I would
run down the hall and look in on her, just to make sure it was a
dream.” Lex paused. “One night, it wasn’t a dream.”
Then he half-sat up. “Do you want a guest room?” Clark shook his head. “I’m going to leave in a minute.”
“You don’t have to.” “I know.” Clark sat down on the edge of the bed and
just looked at Lex. “Go back to sleep, Lex. I’m just
going to sit awhile. I just want to watch you for a few minutes.”
“Should I even point out to you that this is a little—strange?”
Lex smiled sleepily. “I know. But I’ve never been exactly—”
“Normal?” “Yeah.” Lex rolled onto his side, an elegant curl under the sheets. “All
right, Clark. Just lock up when you leave.” “Will do.” Lex closed his eyes and Clark waited until his breath had evened
out into deep sleep before saying. “And, Lex? I love you.”
He brushed a kiss onto Lex’s brow and softly closed the
door behind him.
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