CLARK POV:
Stupid girl didn't even wake up when I kicked her off the bed.
I woke up to the obnoxious ringing of my alarm and the sensation of being choked and crushed in the world's deadliest bear hug. Clare had latched onto me like I was a giant stuffed teddy bear. Great. Just great. Now I'd be going through the entire day with my lungs flattened and my ribs cracking like popcorn and a spine that felt like it had been realigned by a professional wrestler.
As soon as the thought of kicking her off the bed crossed my mind, all the haziness from sleep—and the gloom I'd carried around like cement blocks overnight—evaporated.
Time to kick her out of my bed.
But first, I had to untangle myself from her death grip. Tricky part.
