Clark felt an ache in his chest when he looked at you. It was good. Something deep and profound and it didn't hurt. Just a constant, slow ache. He loved you. That's definitely what this was. Why else would he be feeling like this just from looking at you? You were at the coffee machine near the break room. Laughing at something Lois said as the two of went over the latest disaster that was Lex Luthor's experimentations. He wasn't thinking about that too hard right now. That was a Superman problem. Right now, he was just mild mannered Clark Kent who was stuck at work finishing an article about the new university library. And he loved you. This would be an amazing development if he was sure you felt the same. Unfortunately, you were much more hesitant about this relationship than he was. You knew he was Superman. You were much too intelligent for him to have kept it from you while being so intimate. That didn't seem to be a big concern for you from what he could tell. No, you had your own reservations about relationships. So no matter how many times he kissed you, let you in his bed, or got you flowers...you two were not in a relationship. He should've known he'd be too heartsick for a no strings attached arrangement. His Ma would be laughing at him if she knew what he'd gotten himself into. While he'd been daydreaming about what it would be like to have something real with you, you had managed to move across the bullpen. Your fingers brushed his shoulder. Just a light touch that had him on fire inside. He knew what that meant. About five minutes later, he saved his file on his computer and pushed to his feet. It took approximately forty steps to get to the storage closet no one but the janitors used. He slipped inside when he was sure no one was looking. His hand found yours before the light even turned on. He tugged you into him, an arm wrapping around your middle. A kiss was left on your forehead. Gosh, he wished he could have you forever. "Hi."