Clark ducked his head, hiding a broad grin. "Lois, you're terrible." He gave her a fond smile over their desks, his chin propped up on his hand now. He loved her. He loved her crazy moments, her discussions and thoughts on everything, the way she fit against his side at night when they fell sleep.
He honestly didn't know why he'd been so lucky to have her. She kept him grounded, kept him focused, he was who he was because of her. And there would never be anyone quite like Lois Lane.