Gentle love. Clark was an expert in it. He was the original hopeless romantic- he didn't have mind reading powers, but sometimes it definitely felt like it. He knew your weak spots, your every thought, and he surely knew your body better than yourself. Of course, he was a boy, and that meant he was oblivious and dumb at times, but he never stopped caring for you, even when you acted like a total jerk.

Some said your relationship went beyond the friend boundaries, but how could it not, when you'd fallen directly into the arms of the most selfless, gorgeous man you knew, Clark. As the warm light cast in from his bedroom window, you lay in his arms after one of your routine sleepovers, soaking in the peaceful quiet of the morning. A cow or two mooed from the pasture, and birds chirped lightly. The sun shone onto your skin, highlighting the tan skin of your arms, tangled up together. The tips of his fingers traced gently up and down your bare arm, his gaze wandering over your sleepy expression with a fond look in his eyes.