A/N- Again, sorry bout that whole missing chapter thing. I got super inspired and am posting three chaps today. They're short but I couldn't find it in myself to compress them into one chapter. I've already got the next bit of the story worked out, so I'll try and post again soon. Enjoy...

When Chloe woke up, she was immediately aware of another person in the bed with her. This person was running their hand lightly up and down her arm. It only took a moment for the events of yesterday to come back to her. Or, at least, she thought it was yesterday. The skies outside were still dark.

She could easily tilt her head to look at the clock above the door, but she didn't want to tip Lex off that she was awake yet. She was enjoying the sensation of his fingers trailing patterns over her skin. She remained motionless for a few minutes, until Lex road too far up her arm and tickled her. She giggled.

"Hey, Sleepyhead," he said softly, his mouth hovering besides her ear. His warm breath sent a shiver through her body. "Are you cold?"

"Hardly," she replied, glancing up at him. He was staring down at his hand, which was still running along the length of her arm. He looked over to see her watching him, and stopped. "What time is it?" she asked before glancing over at the clock.

"Almost five," Lex answered, the arm around her waist tightening slightly, "Do you need to go?"

She knew the answer he wanted to hear, but as much as she would have liked to give it to him, she couldn't. "Yeah," she said reluctantly, "I can probably sneak in before anyone knows I've been out this late."

Lex nodded, but his grip on her never loosened. She wasn't any more thrilled than he was that she had to leave, but Chloe knew that she'd done enough damage already. What would happen when he remembered himself? What would he think of her? The thought made her stomach clench up and roll over.

She started to pull herself up, but he clung on. "When will you be back?" he asked, his voice strained. He had taken her hand in his, and was absently playing with her fingers. She wondered if this was how the real Lex would act if not for the role his father had played in his upbringing. He always seemed so in control, as if he knew what you were thinking before you even thought it yourself. But, now, he always seemed unsure of everything, and everyone.

"Lex.." she trailed, trying not to focus on the feel of his arms wrapped possessively around her. "I shouldn't have done that last night." Upon noticing the look of confusion on his face, she explained, "I feel like I took advantage of you."

He laughed deep in his throat, sending a cascade of pleasant vibrations throughout Chloe's body. She found herself unwillingly leaning into him even more.

"Chloe, you're barely an adult. If it was to be said that anyone took advantage of anyone, it was I who took advantage of you. You were only trying to help me. Which you did. There's no need for you to feel guilty."

"It's not just that," she said, trying to find the words that would make him understand, "If you had all of your memories, you wouldn't want to spend time with me like you do now."

"How do you know?" he argued, almost heatedly, "Maybe before I was just too scared to start a relationship with you." She tingled at his words.

"Regardless," she went on, determined to stop this before it went too far, "the relationship we do have, and will have again when you remember, isn't anything like what we feel now." She struggled with herself to stop breathing him in. His hand had moved up to run his fingers through her hair.

"Why is that, though?" Lex asked quietly, bringing her face up so she would look him in the eye, "Because of something you did to me?... Or something I did to you?"

"Neither," Chloe answered, feeling the telltale prickle in her eyes that told her she was about to lose it, "it's just who we are that makes it impossible." She pulled her face back to nestle once more against his chest, where his heart was. "I wish it wasn't this way, Lex. I do. But, the point is it would only be worse on the both of us if I kept hanging out with you. Hell, you'll probably even get mad at me when you're your old self again for what I've done so far."

"Chloe..." her name sounded like a prayer as he breathed into her hair.

"No, I have to go," she jumped up quickly before he could latch onto her, "I'm sure we'll see each other again. Maybe not before you move in with the Kents, but it'll probably be better that way." She was rambling, and she knew it. But, the second she stopped talking she knew the tears would fall, and she'd never forgive herself if she let him see her cry. "Just ignore Clark and his dad until they thaw out, and stay as far away from Lana as possible." She grinned awkwardly, unlocking the door with trembling fingers.

Lex looked like he wanted to stop her. He was propped up on his arms, the tight muscles flexed against the force of his emotions. But, they both knew he couldn't stop her, even if he could've gotten out of bed himself.

She wanted so much to hold him one more time. But, she knew he'd never let her leave if she got close again. And she knew that she would let him keep her here with him. So, she opened the door, and stepped through it as quietly as possible. As her eyes locked with Lex's one last time, she could see the same gleam in his eyes as was in her own.