Chloe never thought that she could ever be as happy as she was lying there in Oliver's arms
Chloe never thought that she could ever be as happy as she was lying there in Oliver's arms. The light coming through the bedroom blind told them it was morning. She hadn't even been to sleep yet. And right now she didn't think that she could even sleep if she wanted too. Oliver's skin felt so soft and smelled so manly lying next to her.
He kissed her on top of her head. "What's on your mind, Pretty reporter?"
Wow, she thought to herself. They've been officially an item for one month now and he could already read her. "Clark,…" She couldn't believe that she just said that.
"Not exactly the response I was hoping for." Oliver looked at her with a smirk.
Chloe leaned back resting in the curve of his arm to were she could look into his eyes. "Trust me it's not like that. It's I know that he's lonely way out there on that old farm and I feel bad for him."
"So what, do you want to by the farm next door to him? I mean we could if that's what you want." He smiled.
Chloe laughed. "You on a farm… I'd pay to see that." She traced his chest with the tip of her finger. "It's just I have you and Jimmy has Lana, Clark has no-one."
"So you're going all match makers on me." He laughed. "Who do you have in mind? And how can I help?" He figured if Clark was in a relationship then he would know that Chloe was all his.
"I'm glad you asked. I thought that maybe we could have a dinner here at the apartment tomorrow night. But the only catch is…" She leaned up to whisper in his ear. "We won't be here."
"Just were will we be?" He whispered back.
"Making love in Paris." She smiled.
He leans down and kisses her on the lips softly. "I like the way that sounds, but how are we going to have a dinner for Clark and his mystery woman if we're not here?"
Chloe snuggled up next to him. "That, Mr. Queen, you can leave up to me."