Moving In, Part Two

"A Marriage is about Sharing, but Don't Stand So Close to Me"

Gotham Heights

"Hey Diana! We're here!"

Another groan escaped Clark's lips as Kara yelled at the top of her lungs to announce their arrival. He glanced quickly over and saw Diana slipping into a fluffy white robe and heading inside. Thinking fast, he put his arm around Kara and pulled her tight to him.

"If you embarrass me, Kara, I'll personally fly down to Smallville and bring Ma Kent up to spend the entire month with you in Metropolis,' he whispered.

"You wouldn't,' Kara gasped.

"Desperate times call for desperate actions," he replied. "Please, I know you're enjoying this, but for once don't embarrass me?"

"Oh, all right, I'll try,' she glumly agreed.

"Thank you."

An idea suddenly occurred to Kara how to turn this situation to her advantage.

"This means I get to have a party at the apartment, you know."

"This isn't a negotiation, Kara."

"No, it's not." She smiled. ""It's a deal!"

Clark could see Diana was about to open the door and step inside. Kara had him in a corner and she knew it.

"All right, deal,' he quickly said before Diana entered the room. Kara's smile grew wider. She pantomimed locking her lips and then dropping the key down her blouse.

"Party or not, no one else better touch that key, if you know what I mean."

The smile slipped a little on Kara's lips.

"You never want me to have any fun,' she grumbled.

The patio door opened and Diana stepped inside still drying her hair.

"Hello Kal, Kara! So what do you think of the house,' she asked.

"Lovely," Clark replied, giving her a smile.

"How about you Kara?"

"Aces!"

Diana stopped for a moment and gave Kara a strange look. Even Clark turned to look at his cousin. She blushed a little and then added, "Nice, it looks really nice, Diana."

"Thank you,' Diana finally replied. "Let me just get changed and I'll show you around."

She smiled at the two of them and then quickly headed upstairs. Once she disappeared, Clark turned to Kara.

"Aces?"

"I know, God that's so embarrassing,' Kara groaned. "It just came out of nowhere! I must be hanging around you too much, Clark, some of your hayseed is rubbing off on me."

"Thanks,' he sarcastically replied.

"Next thing you know people will start calling me the Big Blue Girl Scout," Kara lamented. 'My reputation will be ruined!"

"That's the cross you'll just have to bare,' Clark teased, putting his arm around her.

"Oh, shut up,' Kara growled, jerking away from him.

"Well, maybe the party can rebuild your street cred," Clark offered as a joke.

"Hey, that's right, it can,' Kara replied, excited about the idea. "The party can be so off the chain people will be wondering if we're even really related! That's a great idea, Clark, thanks!"

"Kara, you realize I was just joking,' Clark nervously pointed out.

"Shh, Clark, I thinking,' Kara said. "I've got so much to do and so little time!"

"Kara, maybe we'd better talk about this."

"No time, Clark,' Kara replied. "I've got plans to make! Look, tell Diana I had to go and I'll check the house out some other time! Thanks again for the idea, Clark, you're the best cousin ever!"

Kara quickly hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then was running out the door.

"Kara! We're not done talking about this!" Clark shouted after her, but he could already hear the engine revving and the car pulling out of the driveway. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I've really got to learn to shut up sometimes."

"Did Kara leave already,' Diana asked as she came back down the stairs. "I thought she wanted to see the house?"

Clark turned towards Diana. She had changed into a pair of jeans and a loose white blouse, but how good she looked was still rather startling. The fact that they were alone in the house wasn't helping either.

"Um, ah, she-she had to get back to Metropolis,' he offered. "She still wants to see the house, but asks that it be another time."

"Oh, well, I guess that can't be helped,' Diana replied. She noticed the suitcases on the floor. "Are those your things?"

"Yes," he said, glancing at the suitcases. "Kara was nice enough to pack them for me and bring them in."

"Well, why don't you put your clothes away and then I'll show you the rest of the house?"

"Sounds like a plan,' he said. "You really did I nice job on the living room, by the way."

"Thank you, Kal,' Diana said with a smile.

"Your welcome. Now I'll just put my clothes in my bedroom and be right down."

"Can I help,' she asked.

"Ah, well, sure, I guess,' Clark replied. "Since we can't use our powers, I'm just going to have to guess here, but I think Kara jammed everything from work into that case. Is there a little room I could use as a sort of office?"

"Yes, there's one off the hallway in the back, looking out at the pool,' Diana suggested. "How about I put your office things in there?"

"Sounds like a plan,' he said with a smile. "I'll just get this stuff stowed away and meet you back down here."

Picking up several of the suitcases, Clark started up the stairs.

Diana easily picked up the bag with his office things and carried it into the room off the hall. She set it down on the little table that was there and was about to leave when curiosity got the best of her. She knew in his other life Clark was a reporter and had even seen him performing on several occasions, but had never actually seen the tools of his trade. Oh, she had seen him with a pad and pen, but this bag contained the real instruments he worked with. These were the things he had around him when he was alone doing his job.

She glanced out towards the living room, biting her lower lip, a little nervously wondering if she should invade his privacy like this. Well, they were going to be living together, so she would see them sooner or later, she justified. Curiosity won out and she unzipped the bag. The way everything was jumbled together let her know, even if he hadn't told her, that Kara had packed the bag.

She thought of another justification for looking, as she was helping him by getting his things organized. Diana knew they shared a desire for having things structured, as it was one of many things she'd noticed they had in common. By straightening his things, perhaps it would make up just a little for her miscalculation with her mother.

Reassured that she wasn't just being nosey, Diana began to take his things from the bag and orderly set them out on the desk. As she was doing so, she pictured in her mind him sitting here working on some assignment. A smile came to her lips as she imagined him with his sleeves rolled up, fake glasses off, typing away at his computer. She positioned it at the center of the table, his notepads to the left and his pens and pencils neatly lined up on the right.

He had several reference books, a dictionary, thesaurus and alternative phrasing books among them. She liked that he was old fashioned, still using books instead of the computer. As she ran her fingers lightly over the cracked spines of the books, she could imagine him reaching for them, perhaps with a pencil between his teeth, looking for just the right word or phrase to make the article just so in his mind. She lined them up according to how she imagined he would use them, dictionary being first.

At the bottom of the bag were photographs. The first one she picked up was of him with the Kents. Diana silently chuckled to herself, as he looked so young in the photo standing between them. They were all smiling for the camera as they stood arm in arm at what appeared to be fair of some sort. Clark could only have been about twelve in the photo, but he was already rather tall, but almost painfully thin. He was smiling proudly for the camera, clutching a blue ribbon that said first place 4H on it. From the little she knew, Diana guess it had been a happy childhood. The way the Kents were looking at him, she could tell they adored their adopted son.

Next was a strip of five pictures of Clark and Kara. It must have been right after she arrived. They were cramped together into what looked like a small booth. The top one was just the two of them smiling into the camera. The second one, Kara had leaned forward very close to the camera, making her eyes wide and smiling even bigger. Diana could just see part of Clark in the photo, but could tell he was laughing. The next was Kara making a face, while Clark arched one eyebrow trying to look serious. A small laugh escaped Diana's lips as she noticed Clark had two fingers up behind Kara's head. The next was Kara pretending to chock him and Clark acting like it was working. The final photo was the one Diana liked the best. They had their arms around each other; their faces pressed together smiling into the camera.

The last photo in the bag surprised Diana. It was of Lois Lane. She had met her a few times and had to admit it perfectly captured the woman. She was very attractive Diana had to acknowledge. There was a confidence about her that came through in the picture by the look in her eyes. Her smile bordered on smug, but it was more of a hint at her razor sharp attitude than anything. The photo captured that ready to take on the world, give as good as she got aura that Diana had always noticed about Lois.

Diana realized that for Clark to have the photo among the others meant just how important Lois was to him. She knew they were dating but hadn't realized the extent of their relationship. It suddenly hit Diana just what she was asking of him by involving him in this bet. Was Kal in love with Lois? As she looked at the photo, Diana found that question bothered her more than she would have imagined.

"Diana? Um, could you come up here a minute, please?"

It was his voice calling to her from the upstairs and it pulled Diana from the thoughts running through her mind. She quickly set the photo with the others and called back to him.

"I'll be right there!'

She took one last glance at the photo of Lois and then headed upstairs.

Upstairs.

While Clark had no problem with the weight of the suitcases, the sheer number made it a struggle to get up the stairs. Several times he banged against the wall and nearly lost his balance. He was tempted to use his powers, but they were on the honor system with the bet, so he just sighed and continued to slog his way up the stairs. He finally made it to the second floor and set the bags down as he opened the first door he came to. It was the master bedroom. He stepped inside, glancing around at the furnishings. Diana had obviously taken this one he thought and once again he was struck by her taste.

His first impression was that it was definitely feminine, but not 'girly' in style.

"Boy, that's a big bed,' he mused as he walked into the room. It wasn't covered in decorative pillows and the bed skirt wasn't overly frilly, but there was no doubt that a woman had decorated the room. Part of him thought he probably shouldn't be in here, invading her privacy like this but he was more than a little curious.

"Well, we are pretending to be marry, I would know what her bedroom looks like,' he justified to himself. Having given himself a rationalization for being here, Clark moved into the room to look around. He stopped short when he saw the picture of Queen Hippolyta on the dresser.

"Just looking, you majesty,' he whispered nervously. Shifting his eyes away from the photo, he saw that Diana also had a picture of herself and her young sister Donna next to it. He had met Donna once or twice but didn't know her that well. They were both young in the photo, probably just teenagers but you could already tell they were going to be heartbreakers. His eyes shifted back to Hippolyta for a second. "Just an observation."

Still feeling a bit uncomfortable with the photo of the Queen staring at him, Clark moved around to the other side of the room. His attention was drawn to the furnishings again. On the farm, he'd dabbled at making some chairs for the front porch once, but these pieces put his efforts to shame. It was of the same Brazilian rosewood as the furniture downstairs and it was the work of a master craftsman. He ran his fingers over the smooth finish with just a hint of envy. Back in his apartment, he had nice stuff, but nothing like this.

Moving on, he opened a door off the bedroom and saw it was the master bath. It was bigger than his bedroom back on the farm, he observed. He saw her black bathing suit hanging over the shower rod to dry and quickly closed the door, not wanting to invade Diana's privacy too much. He glanced at the photo of Hippolyta again and started for the door. He noticed there was two closets and absently wondered if the Princess had a secret passion for clothes like some other women he knew. Curiosity won out again and he opened the first one. It was filled with what looked like all new clothes. That sort of made sense to him, as he knew back on Themyscira they tended to wear those togas, or whatever they were called, most times.

The second closet was empty which surprised him. The first one was full, everything neat and in order, but he would have thought she would spread them out a bit and use both closets. She probably plans on buying more clothes once she gets settled in, he guessed. Looks like the 'Princess' is starting to adjust to the suburbs he thought with a laugh. Taking one last look at the room, he was struck again by just how big the bed was.

"Let's hope she got me one that big too,' he whispered out loud. Clark exited her bedroom and moved down the hallway to the next door. He opened it to find another bathroom. Two baths upstairs was convenient, he thought, saves me some embarrassing moments having to ask her to use the master bathroom. He closed the door and walked to the last door, which he guessed was his room.

Clark opened it and stepped inside. A puzzled look came to his face as he saw Diana had already decorated this room too. It wasn't a bedroom, though. In the center of the room was a little shrine to her Gods. Around the room were artifacts and other items of Amazon culture. Diana had created a little sanctuary out of the room. Clark knew her people and beliefs were important to her, but this kind of left him without a place to sleep.

He stepped back out in the hall and glance around to see if there was another room, but there wasn't. From memory he knew there wasn't a bedroom downstairs. Was she still pissed at him about his comments after the wedding, he wondered? Diana wasn't really going to make him sleep on the couch for a month was she?

"Oh no,' he groaned, as the realization hit him. "She doesn't think we're going to…yeah, yeah, she probably does."

Clark sighed and rubbed his hand over his eyes, the photo of Hippolyta jumping into his mind.

"Diana? Um, could you come up here a minute, please?"

He called out and heard her shout back that she would be there in a minute. Slowly he moved back down the hallway and looked at the master bedroom again. Suddenly the bed didn't look quite as big as it had before.

Diana appeared at the top of the stairs and stopped as she saw his bags still packed and sitting on the floor.

"I thought you were unpacking, Kal,' she said. "Did you want me to help you?"

"Um, ah, no, that's not the problem, Diana,' he replied. "There's only one bed."

She looked at him, not quite understanding what the problem was.

"Yes, I know, Kal, I furnished the house, remember?"

"And you did a lovely job of it, really,' he began. "It's just that where am I supposed to sleep?"

Diana moved over towards him and the pointed into the master suite.

"In the bedroom, Kal.'

The infliction in her voice made it clear she thought this was so obvious that it was strange he was even asking. He gazed up at the ceiling, trying to think of the right words to say to her. Diana glanced up wondering what he was looking at, but he was talking again before she could ask.

"Diana, just help me out here, please," he gently said. "You thought we would both sleep in the same room? Do I have that right?"

"Yes."

"You thought we would sleep together?"

"You know Zatanna asked the same thing, Kal," Diana replied. "I know what you both are thinking, but really? We're pretending to be married for a month Kal. It's no different than if we were on a mission and had to share a room."

"Not quite sure I agree with you there."

"Kal, it's only a month,' Diana stated. "I wasn't going to waste Bruce's month on an extra bed when we don't need one. I really don't see what the problem is."

He looked at her and could see she was completely serious. To her it was as simple as they would just share a bed, that's it.

"Diana, what do you think your mother would say about this,' he asked. "She made it pretty clear to me her views of this whole situation. I don't think this is the best idea."

"Kal, I'm fully aware of what my mother and the others think, but as I told her, I trust you," Diana said with a smile. "I know you're not like that. Now let's get you moved in!'

Diana picked up a couple of his bags and carried them into the bedroom. Clark stood in the doorway not believing this was happening.

"Diana, I'm glad you trust me, but I'm still a guy and you are a very beautiful woman,' he tried to explain.

"Thank you, Kal,' she replied. "Now why don't you grab those two suitcases and I'll get these. We'll have you moved in before you know it."

"I don't think I'm quite getting my point across to you, Diana." He tried again as she picked up the next to suitcases.

"I understand what you're saying, Kal, I do. If it makes you feel better, I know you gave your word to my mother and you have never broken your word before, so that should make things simpler."

"You'd think, wouldn't you,' he said half-heartedly. Diana stopped and looked at him.

"Kal, while I don't mind helping you move in, a marriage as I understand it is supposed to be a partnership,' she stated. "I hope you don't expect me to do all of this for you, do you?"

That surreal feeling he'd had since this all started came rushing back to him. He'd given his word and she trusted him so in Diana's mind there wasn't an issue. He tried to think of someway to explain to her that while he might have the best intentions even he had limits. His mind was blank as how exactly he could get that across to her.

"Kal, I asked you if you expect me to wait on you, because that's not going to happen!"

"No, Diana, I wasn't expecting that,' he finally said. Not sure what else to do, he picked up the remaining suitcases, glanced upward with a sigh and stepped into the bedroom.

"Why do you keep looking at the ceiling, Kal,' she asked.

Later

Diana had just finished giving a rather flustered Clark the tour of the house and they were standing in the living room. Even in his confusion, he had to admit she'd done a wonderful job decorating and told her so.

"Thank you, Kal, that means a lot of me,' she replied with a satisfied smile. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but as this was the first time she'd attempted anything like decorating an entire house by herself, Diana was a little anxious about how it had come out. That he liked what she'd done helped ease some of those nervous feelings.

"I couldn't help noticing there's no TV,' he said. "Is it arriving later?"

"No, I didn't get one,' she replied.

"Really? Why not," he asked.

"It seemed like a waste to me,' she explained. "We have one at the Embassy, but I rarely watch it. To just sit there mindlessly staring at the picture is unproductive, when you could be doing so many other things."

"That's sort of the point of a TV, Diana, 'he said. "After a long day it's just nice to flop down in front of it and veg out on some mindless entertainment."

He could see she was buying this argument, so he tried another.

"It's the American way, Diana."

"Kal, I grew up on an island without them so I would think you can last a month,' she stated.

"So no TV, what are you suggesting we do instead?"

"Given our busy schedules it shouldn't be too difficult to fill the time. You could read or garden, exercise or just take a nice long walk,' she offered.

"This really is going to be a long month,' he said under his breath.

"Look, just try it my way, Kal and if you still don't like it after a week or two, I guess we can get one."

"I'll try,' he weakly replied.

"Thank you, that's all I ask,' Diana said. "Now that you've seen the house, what would you like to do first?"

"I think I know just the thing,' he replied and headed towards the kitchen. Diana was right behind him the whole way. Clark walked over the brand new stainless steel refrigerator and opened it up. Empty. He looked at her over his shoulder.

"No TV and no groceries, huh?"

"I didn't know where you purchase them," she admitted. "Someone usually took care of that for me."

Clark gave a little smile as he could see she hated admitting this, as it was a reminder of just how much of a Princess she really was.

"Well, then I guess it's time I introduced you to one of the great parts of the Man's World, Diana,' he said to her.

"And that would be what,' she asked.

He went over to his briefcase and fished around in it for a second. Diana was standing right next to him watching all of this. Clark found what he was looking for and pulled out a handful of papers.

"Take out menus,' he informed her with a grin. "I had Kara grab one from every restaurant in town on the way in. You just pick what you want, call and they'll bring it right to the door."

"I know what take out is, Kal,' she fired back at him.

"Ever ordered anything?"

"Well, no, but I think I grasp the concept."

"Since this is our first night here, why don't you do the honors then,' he suggested.

"What would you like,' she asked, leafing through the flyers.

"As you did all the work setting this place up it should be your choice. I'm fine with anything you pick."

"How about Thai,' she asked. "I've heard it's very good."

"It is,' he agreed. "It's one of my favorites. Make sure to get it extra spicy. Did you need to use my phone?"

"No thank you, I have one of my own,' Diana replied. He raised his hands in a show of surrender and moved over and sat down at the little breakfast nock while she dialed the number. After a few awkward moments, he had to admit she handled it just fine. They had fifteen minutes until it arrived, so he offered to set the table.

"I didn't get any plates, either,' she admitted.

"Knives and forks?"

"No."

"Good thing you didn't order spaghetti,' he joked, but she wasn't amused.

"It should fine, they usually throw in chopsticks and napkins. We'll just have to eat out of the cartons tonight."

"Okay, I guess that will be all right," Diana replied, still a little embarrassed at forgetting something so simple as cutlery.

"Hey, don't let it bother you, Diana,' Clark offered, seeing her reaction. "When I first moved to Metropolis I didn't even have a table for the first three months. I ate everything standing over the sink."

Despite herself, Diana found she was smiling at the image of Clark eating over his kitchen sink.

"Well, I did get a table, Kal," she said with a little teasing tone in her voice.

"Chairs too?"

She playfully smacked him on the shoulder.

"Yes, chairs too!"

"Than we're all set, we just have to wait for the food to arrive."

It was somewhere between that moment and the food arriving at Clark first noticed it. It was something he hadn't been aware of before, as usually their interactions were on the station or in battle. Now that it was just the two of them he realized Diana stood too close to him.

Most people consider their personal space somewhere between two to four feet. It's the distance between two people when they shake hands. Maybe it was from growing up in the Midwest, in a small conservative farming town, but Clark tended to be more comfortable with the four-feet of distance between them. Apparently Diana was more of a two-foot person.

Being a four-foot of personal space type, having someone in that comfort zone tends to make a person uncomfortable, even anxious which is exactly was Clark was starting to experience. He found himself continually stepping back putting a little more distance between them.

After this happened a few times, Diana noticed it too. Being a two-foot of personal space type she found this annoying and kept stepping closer. Maybe it was from being raised on an island closed off from the world, she was naturally more open. She was used to being around her fellow Amazons and they tended to stand closer together. She was much more comfortable standing close to the person she was talking to them. The added distance Clark kept putting between them seemed standoffish and irritating to her.

The sound of the front doorbell rescued Clark from saying anything. He went to the door, very aware that Diana was right beside him. He opened it and there was a teenage delivery guy standing there holding their food.

"Order for…' the young man started to say, but then he saw Diana. The words seemed to die on his lips as he just stared. Clark rolled his eyes and then snapped his fingers in front of the kid's face.

"You were saying?'

"Oh, right, order for Kent. Twenty-two, fifty,' the delivery boy stammered.

Clark pulled out thirty and handed it to him, while taking the bag of food. The delivery boy kept standing there until Clark loudly said, "Thank you!"

"Oh, right, right, thanks for the tip,' he said, glancing down at the money finally. "Call anytime!"

"We'll keep it in mind, thanks again,' Clark replied as he closed the door.

"He seemed friendly,' Diana observed.

"Yeah, I imagine you get that a lot, don't you?'

"Yes, most people I meet seem friendly now that you mention it,' she confirmed. "How did you know?"

"Just a guess,' he offered. "So are you ready to eat?"

"Yes, I'm famished, but why did you give him more money than he asked for?"

"it's a tip, Diana,' he explained. "It's a way of saying thank you."

"I know what a tip is, Kal, but why did you give him one? He was polite, but I didn't see anything special about the service."

"Well, I worked jobs like that when I was in high school, so I know they don't really make that much money. It's just a way of showing that you appreciate him and the job he has to do."

"That's interesting, I'd never thought of it that way."

She led the way into the dinning room and they spread out the napkins and food on the table. Diana sat a little closer than he would have liked, but Clark tried to concentrate on the food.

"This is very good, you were right,' she said between mouthfuls.

'I told you,' he agreed. "It has always been one of my favorites.'

"Your favorite, I'll keep that in mind, " she replied.

They ate mostly in silence, enjoying the food while it was hot. Diana certainly had a healthy appetite, Clark observed, not a diet coke and small salad type for sure. When they finally finished, they both agreed the meal had been excellent. They shared the clean up and then moved back to the living room. Clark would have liked nothing better than to drop down on the couch and flip on the TV, but there wasn't one. He supposed he could read, but that seemed like too much effort. His computer, he thought, hoping they had Wi-Fi.

"Kal, I was thinking we should talk,' Diana said. It seemed the computer would have to wait.

"What would you like to talk about?"

"I've been thinking that since we are going to be here for a month, we should discuss how we met and the details of our marriage,' she suggested. "Someone is bound to ask, so we should be in agreement on what we will say."

"That sounds logical,' he admitted. "So where do you want to start?"

He sat down on the couch, towards the middle to have the discussion and Diana sat down right next to him. Too close, he thought and moved a little bit further to the one side. She noticed this, but let it go for the moment.

"So how did we meet," she said.

"Well, your back story is that you are from Greece, right?"

"Yes, a small island, Kythira part of the Ionian Islands is what Bruce put down since I can't use Themyscira as my home."

"Do you even know what it's like?"

"Yes, actually when I first came to the man's world I traveled quite a bit. I wanted to see all the places I'd read about and I actually stopped on Kythira. It's a little island, rather rugged terrain, but very beautiful."

"Well, how about we met there,' Clark suggested. "I've done some traveling in Europe as a reporter so it wouldn't be that far of a stretch."

"I don't think so,' she said. "It's a very small island and it seems unlikely you would have ever visited it even as a reporter."

"Okay, what would you suggest, Diana?"

"Well, since I'm supposed to be an immigrant, perhaps we met in Athens as I was traveling to America,' she offered. "I know you've been to Athens before."

"Yes, I have, all right we met in Athens,' he agreed. "So we hit it off right from the start and the next thing you know we were getting married. Sounds good."

"I think we need a little more detail that that, Kal,' she disagreed, moving closer to him. "What if someone asks the first thing you noticed about me, what would you say?"

Clark inches a little further away as tried to remember the first time he met her. There were the obvious things, but somehow he knew she would appreciate him saying that. Thinking back, it was her smile that seemed so vivid in his memory.

"Your smile."

"Really,' she asked, a bit surprised by this. Diana suddenly felt self conscious of her smile and kept her lips closed.

"Yes, you have an amazing smile, Diana."

"Thank you, Kal,' she said blushing just a bit. "It was your hands that I first noticed."

"My hands?" He said, glancing down at them. "I've had people say my eyes before, but never my hands, Diana."

"I of course noticed your eyes, Kal, but your hands seemed so powerful yet gentle at the same time."

It was his turn to blush.

"Um, ah, thanks. So what then, did I ask you out?"

"No, I asked you' Diana informed him.

"Yeah, that would make a lot more sense, " he admitted. He found himself distracted again, as she moved closer once again. He realized he was rapidly running out of couch as he shifted further away. Diana immediately moved closer too. He just needed a little more space in his comfort zone and quickly moved to the chair from the couch.

"So what then?"

"Kal, would you care to explain why you keep moving away from me? You've been doing it all night!"

He could see she was annoyed and knew she wasn't going to like his explanation. Even now she was leaning forward pushing into his four-feet of personal space.

"First night jitters?"

"Kal!"

It was definitely going to be a long night.