Chloe stands frozen, trying to ignore her quivering chin. The thoughts running through her mind chill her, making her curse herself for not being able to let go and surrender to the fantasy come true. How desperately she wishes she could be one of those silly girls who just live in the moment, never caring about the consequences of their choices, or worry about what sorrows tomorrow might bring.
How unfortunate she had been born with a good head on her shoulders, too good she often thought, seeming to consign her to a life of unhappiness shackled upon her by her own mind. Poised at what could be the greatest experience of her life, she can only feel regret. Regret not for the moment itself, but for allowing her self to enjoy it. Regret for feeling she had to leave his side to spar in this mental debate.
Closing her eyes she can still feel his lips on her own, his warm breath stealing hers, making her feel as though he is the very reason she lives. Resting her head against her own hand, agonizing over the decision that will change everything, her fingers softy touch the side of her face, taking her instantly to the feeling of hearing his gentle pleasured moans breathed passionately in her ear.
Cradling herself, she crushes her arms into her bosom, trying to squeeze away the memory of his beautiful mouth on her breasts, the very thought of it arousing her. He is all around her, every inch of her flesh holding onto a memory of their union, the sweet smell of his sweat seeming to linger in the air.
Just as the only rigid part of his body tore her delicate flesh, she could feel the memory of it tearing her heart, not allowing her to do what she feels she must.
She swallows hard against the lump in her throat, feeling she is losing the battle between her head and her heart.
Willed to leave, but unable to go, she turns towards him, a tiny tear trickling down her flushed cheek. "Help me," she breathes, hoping against hope his eyes will open, assuring her that together they could beat the odds; together they could find their way.
Taking a step closer, she watches a gentle breath escape his parted lips, the warm puff slicing the cold night air as her beloved peacefully sleeps. With her own breath bated, Chloe weighs her decision.
If the indulgence of Clark's lips was to be poison to her, his kiss bewitching her so that she cannot listen to her own reason and logic, then she would indulge again, allowing herself to fully succumb to the power of their passion. She would forget all the fears in her heart, ready to risk it all for one last taste.