“And that’s the first question. What exactly do you remember, Lois?”
Her eyes narrowed with fury, pure spite in her voice. “I remembered everything after you’d left. Everything.”
“Are you sure?”
“I remember everything from tricking you into admitting who you really are to hearing your father tell you that yours is a higher destiny,” she spat. “And everything after that, Kal-El. I remember twice that night and once the next morning. I remember you shivering with shock and desire; I remember how dark my hair looked against your thigh. And I remember how quickly it was all over after you got your ass kicked in that diner and found out about the Zod Squad.”
He flinched, blushing furiously; six years ago, her blunt tone and choice of reminders would’ve made him drop the subject right there. But Kal-El had been gone six years, had seen his birth planet fractured and poisoned by radiation. He had returned to his adopted world, the only home he’d ever known, and found it changed almost beyond recognition in his absence. And he had discovered the love of his life engaged to another man, raising some stranger’s children, and generally going on without him. All of that might have been enough to break him, but for the hope that she might still love him. That they might be able to salvage something of their former closeness.