Superman's Chubby Girl {DC Romance{18+}

Weakness

Here's the next chapter.......

Major plot twist ahead......
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I could feel Clark's eyes staring lowly at my round rear, which gave me chicken skin, and I don't know why, and I felt my cheeks burning hotly.
My phone beeped out.
"Voice multi media message from Eric Northman."

I feel into my pocket, and pull my touchscreen phone out, me leaning my face an inch in front of it, and I press my thumb on the finger print scanning thing, and it unlocked, which I then listen to the voice message.
"I cannot visit for awhile.
Some vampire business is all I'll say.
Godric says hello though.
I'll be bored while doing this.
Until then stay safe and away from trouble.
Heaven forbid you are always in it."
Eric says to me.

"He's such a naggy old geezer."
I scoff, locking my phone.

I set my phone on the counter, and sigh.
He means well though.
I mean Superman saved me last time I got into trouble, especially with that Joker guy.
I thought to myself.

"Sookie what I would give for your mind reading powers."
I mutter to myself as I finished making a cup of coffee for Clark.
I turn around, and I was met with Clark standing in front of me, me nearly spilling the coffee onto myself, but he caught the coffee in time, well except most the coffee splattered on him, and a little on me.
"Shit!
I'm sorry Clark!"
I say to him, me smelling the coffee spilled on him instead.
I place my hands on his warm damp shirt, and......wow....he's really muscular!

I was immediately flustered severely where I felt my cheeks and ears burn, and my heart race rapidly.
"Aren't you burned?
You didn't even yell out in pain!"

"I just have a high pain tolerance."
He says to me, his hands clasping my own.
"You too are covered in coffee, but aren't you hurt?"

"Oh!
Well.....um.....after what happened to my eyes.....my pain tolerance is different."
I tell him.
"Imagine feeling the worst pain possible for hours on end, the agony.
To be honest it changed my body."

"I am sorry that happened to you."
Clark says to me and I tilt my head to the side, me sensing how much he felt sorry for me.

"Don't worry about it.
I maybe disabled, but as you can see I can work.
I should be apologizing to you.
I bet your clothes aren't cheap either.
I can pay for the dry cleaning."
I tell him, me fretting over his clothes being soiled by coffee, by my klutziness.

"You're fine.
You don't need to do that."
Clark says to me.

"I insist!
Or better yet I buy you dinner?"
I smile up at him.

My hands felt sticky from the sugar that was once in the coffee.
"I need to wash my hands."
I walk to the sink and wash my hands with some Dove aloe vera soap.

"Are you sure you're alright?
The coffee was hot."
Clark asked me.

"I'm fine, but I'm more worried about you, since you got the full brunt of the coffee splattering on us both."
I say to him.
"I'm used to pain.
To be honest my eyes do bother me once in awhile, you know hurt, but I deal with it.”

"What do you mean they hurt?"
Clark asked me.

"Well......once a month they cause a debilitating migraine.
It's on the thirteenth of every month, and I have to go to the hospital for it for a shot."
I tell him honestly.
"It feels like my head is caving in.
I can be working and drop, fainting from it.
I let our boss know about it, so he knows to call an abundance if it happens."

"That sounds painful."
Clark says to me.
"Tomorrow is the thirteenth."

"Yeah it is.
It starts off the day before as my eyes feel numb like they are burning, then it increases.
Eric has held me in his arms when I cry from it before."
I felt Clark staring into my forehead.
"You are staring."
I tell him and I felt his eyes leave my head.