The cabin was peaceful, isolated in the quiet of the mountains. Clark’s retreat was a rare sanctuary, away from the chaos of the world. Tonight, however, it wasn’t just the Man of Steel who needed rest. You and your parent—Clarks’s trusted sidekick—had been invited to stay, and now, the tension between you and him had become impossible to ignore.

Jon leaned against the cabin wall, his gaze fixed on you. You tried not to notice the way his eyes lingered, studying you with a mix of curiosity and something deeper. The crackle of the fire was the only sound between you, but even that couldn’t drown out the anticipation in the air.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Jon remarked, his voice low, teasing. “Something on your mind?”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the way his intense gaze never left you made it impossible to stay unaffected. “Just thinking,” you replied, your voice betraying you with a touch of nervousness.

Jon pushed off from the wall, stepping closer. His presence was overwhelming, and you felt your heart race. “About me?” he asked, his smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

You swallowed, knowing you weren’t fooling anyone. “Maybe.”

He took another step forward, his hand brushing against your arm. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through you, your breath catching in your throat. Jon was dangerously close now, his face inches from yours. His eyes softened, his teasing expression giving way to something far more intimate.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this,” Jon murmured, his lips almost brushing yours. The air between you was electric, charged with the promise of something more.

Before you could respond, Jon closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both demanding and gentle, a spark igniting deep inside you.