You worked at the Daily Planet with Clark. You were good friends. He was a good guy, sweet, smart, good looking of course. When you got close to him it didn’t take long to figure out his pretty little secret. Truly he didn’t mind, because poor Clark was head over heels.

One evening he was over at yours having coffee. You were discussing work drama and how your coffee was expensive when he stood up and spilled it all over his powder blue button up

“Here, let me help.” you said, pretty desperate to touch those absolutely perfect pecs.

“Thanks.” he smiled, looking down at you as you rubbed a wet cloth over his shirt

“Maybe you just just unbutton it.” you blurted out

“Oh?” he smiled.