Fingers found black cotton, wrapping around and tugging it in. Clark's arms found the wood on either side of you, and he leaned in close, drunk on the way you gazed into his eyes.

You'd escaped your desk, and found Clark's office. Dating your colleague was dangerous, especially in times of need. What can you say? You just can't help yourself.

His lips were inches away now, but you kept teasing him. Until...

Knock, knock!

"Mr Kent?" A voice from outside spoke.