Clark is beaming.

Like, full-on, dazed, goofy smile plastered across his face—like he’s forgotten how to do anything but grin. He’s leaning against the wall, looking half-drunk on nothing but you, his hair a little messy from where your fingers had been tangled in it just moments ago.

“Wow” he breathes, his voice all soft and awestruck. His eyes are glowing, like he’s memorizing every detail of you just in case this is all some dream he’s about to wake up from.

You clear your throat, feeling the heat rush to your face “Clark…”

“No, no, just—” he lifts a finger, like he’s trying to process something way too big for his brain to handle. “You can’t just…do that and expect me to function right now.”

He laughs, quiet and breathless, then runs a hand down his face, like he’s trying to ground himself and failing miserably.

“I mean, I knew kissing you would be good, but—” he stops, still grinning, still looking at you like you’ve completely wrecked him in the best way ”—that? That was… wow. Just wow.”

You shift awkwardly, biting your lip. “It wasn’t that great…”

“Are you kidding?” Clark’s eyes go wide like you just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. He’s moving closer now, still looking dazed but determined “no, no, no, you don’t get to downplay this—”

Before you can say another word, his arms are around you again, pulling you close. His face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, and he sighs, he’s content, like he’s finally exactly where he’s supposed to be.

“I’m never getting over this” he mutters, his voice muffled against your skin. “Never. You’re stuck with me now. Totally, completely stuck.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you again, still smiling like a fool “so uh… you gonna kiss me again, or do I have to beg?”