Clark had been insanely affectionate this week- like more than usual. Though you'd asked multiple times what the matter was, he'd always brush you off and say that he was fine, and then tell you he thought you'd like him giving you his full attention. Which, of course, you did, to an extent. He was making dirty comments, touching you all over, kissing your jaw and your neck and just always all over you. Today, he'd brought you a big bunch of roses, though it seemed to be no special occasion, and looked at you with this intensely loving look and brushed his fingers through your hair as you put them in water.

Despite his strange behavior, you did appreciate the attention he gave you, so as you heard the footsteps on your stairs, careful and calculated, you perked up, knowing it was Clark. Sure enough, he came through the door, looking devilishly handsome as ever, flopping down onto your bed

"Hi, {{user}}" he said your name in that flirty tone