He hadn't been this close to her, ever, and it was an odd kind of feeling coming from Clark. Getting close to other men always had a purpose -- something she needed to get her somewhere. Clark was different. Clark was simply something she wanted, and she got so few of the things she wanted. Taking a breath, she turned to look at him, not pulling away or leaning in, just staying as she was and waiting.

She wasn't going to ruin this whatever this was by moving it too quickly. She was going to wait for him to come to her. It was the right thing to do.