Monday couldn't come quick enough and I ended up waiting in the same alleyway two hours ahead of time because my brain couldn't function doing anything else. I couldn't even bring myself to stop by the coffeehouse. All available brain cells were used in thinking of what kind of idea Lana could have cooked up in her head.

Sex crossed my mind. Multiple times. And just the thought brought out extreme excitement, but also a little fear. Sure, I'd would have loved to be with her like that, but I really wanted to make sure she knew all of me – especially the connection between my arrival and the death of her parents – before our relationship, or whatever it was at point, was to go any further. It just didn't seem right to be any less than completely honest before something so amazing happened between us.

I finally came to the conclusion that if sex was in store for me that night, that I would just have to muster up some courage and rake through the hard, honest story and then hope for the best.

Finally, after hours of agonizing anticipation, I heard the familiar clicking of heels advancing towards me on the cold pavement …

…and suddenly, they stopped.

I stood from the brick wall I had been leaning against, ears keenly alert, and stared at the open end of the alley, waiting impatiently for her to appear. My heart began to race with each second that I didn't hear her clicking into my sight.

At the very moment I was going to turn on my x-ray vision to see what had happened, a small body leaped from behind the brick corner into my arms, taking me completely off guard and pushing me backwards against the dingy wall.

"Lana! God...you freaked me out. I thought someone had kidnapped you for a minute there," I admitted seriously as I let her slide down from my chest to link her arms at my waist like she always seemed to enjoy doing.

"Just getting you back for that 'pretend abduction' you played on me last week," she retorted truthfully.

Although it still bothered me that she'd scared me so bad, I let the smile on my face stretch and my heart skipped a beat as I remembered why we were together so late at night. "So…what is this masterful plan you concocted last week that requires my presence?"

She avoided my eyes, looking down innocently. "Well…it just so happens that Whitney has gone out of town for a few days…" her eyelashes flashed her entrancing eyes back into my own, gazing at me with enough desire to ignite something dangerous inside me.

My mouth opened slightly in shock as I spoke hopefully. "Really?"

She nodded quickly and licked her lips as her eyes fell to my lips.

It was as though I was back in that booth on my birthday, feeling dry-mouthed and shaky. And she was the extremely gorgeous singer who I figured would never look in my direction without a fist full of cash.

And, once again, I found myself under her control instead of the other way around. I knew I couldn't refuse her proposition even if I wanted to. My mind was definitely not in charge that night.

"I just…don't know what I'm gonna do tonight with no phone calls or visits from him…" she admitted with fake concern. She then leaned in close to my ear, lowing her voice seductively, "…any suggestions?"

Her whisper sent a tickling chill up my spine and caused her to emit a tiny giggle. I closed my eyes and smiled. "Heh…well…um…I think we can figure out something…"

She suddenly backed away, walking out of the alley, but still sending me a hungry, excited smile. "Yeah…"

The walk to her apartment, to put it bluntly, was full of the hottest mobile-kissing I've ever experienced. We were nearly hit twice from forgetting to wait for the 'walk' signs at the crosswalks.

I'd never been more tempted to use my super sped in plain sight of bystanders in my life.

Her lips were stirring and bubbling all kinds of wonderful feelings in me. I wasn't sure exactly how far we were going to go that night, but I honestly didn't care. No matter how many bases we would reach, I'd have Lana to myself and, at that point, that's really all I cared about.

"Clark...Clark, I need to find my key," She protested, pushing me away with a giggle (which succeeded in refueling my urge to kiss her more) as I attempted to attack her neck.

We'd finally reached the hallway of her apartment. In a more normal situation, I would've taken in my surroundings, maybe complimented the neatness or décor.

But honestly, I have no idea what it looked like in there. I couldn't stop staring at Lana's flushed face and intense eyes as she tried to unlock the door as quickly as possible or halt the laughter that came from my throat as I heard her addictive giggle that drove me up the wall.

I'd planned on backing her into the nearest furniture and spending the next few minutes exploring her lips (and…certain other assets). I also planned on possibly thinking of a good way to begin the alien conversation in case we both got a little too carried away.

But my few seconds of quick planning proved to be useless as we finally got through the apartment's threshold and were met with a stiff, serious silhouette of a man sitting in a chair near the window. The lengthy fingers of his right hand silently reached out and plucked the chain of the nearest lamp, revealing his identity.

I stood straight, smile dropped and body frozen. Lana side-stepped away from me, but I knew she felt the numbing feeling I was already becoming familiar with.

My mind tried to come up with some clever, ingenious way to explain why Lana and I had rushed giddily to her apartment at two in the morning with matching red faces, but no excuses came. Not even to me – the guy who'd spent his whole life lying and making excuses.

I knew it was very bad situation. And Whitney hadn't even said a word yet.