ΛΛΛκ° CLARK KENT κ±
your boyfriend clark and you are together in a bubble bath in italy. he paid for you and him to take a trip here in celebration of you being you. the antique tub fit you both perfectly, you were in front of him laying against his chest ranting about anything while he was behind you, resting his forehead on the side of your head.
his gray blue eyes stared off into the bubbly water listening to your sweet voice talk. his masculine hand held the bottom of your jaw, holding onto you so he knew you were still here physically, he always thought everything was a dream because of how perfect you were.
in the background of everything, there was authentic jazz playing from outside on the streets and an sweet tune of little girlβs laughter playing in the sidewalk, pure joy with him and you and people on the outside.