Mar 04, 2008 07:45
She didn't know how many times they'd reached for each other in the night, each needing to know the other was still there - that it wasn't all some dream that would have disappeared by morning. They'd made love again, but mostly they'd just held on, wanting the warmth and closeness and physical reassurance.
Which is why it hurt so much when she finally woke up enough in the morning to realize that Jim wasn't there. Too much to even go see if he might have left a note somewhere in the cottage. All she could manage to do was curl up in a ball and hide her face and tears in her pillow.
jim ellison,
lana's cottage,
lana lang-luthor