That expression, the one that every man coming out of the wilderness gives at his first sight of civilization, or a starving man offers to a table laden with a feast; that's the sort of look he's giving her and it's enough to suffuse her skin with a pink glow, though her cheeks are darker than the rest.

It just about stops her breath too, fun makeout playtime evolving into something else completely with the heat flaring in her gut. It takes a whole minute for her to remember how to speak. "I -- I could take this one off, too." Clark's never seen what's underneath it. That wasn't in a bikini top, anyway.