You didn’t mean to walk in on him. You were just looking for him, his was door half-closed and there was no sound coming from his room, so it seemed safe. That was until you suddenly saw him, mid-change, standing in nothing but a towel, turning toward the dresser like some Greek statue brought to life. Broad shoulders, a strong back, drops of water still rolling down his chest. The kind of sight that makes your thoughts short-circuit.

Clark glances over his shoulder at the sound of the door creaking open and catches you staring.

He doesn’t move to cover up, he doesn’t even flinch. He just pauses, towel still in hand, and raises an eyebrow with the smallest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Didn’t realize I had company” he says, voice low and teasing, like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You try to form a sentence, but nothing comes out. He turns fully toward you now, slow and unbothered, watching your reaction like he’s memorizing every second with a little smug smile on his stupidly handsome face.

“Well?”