"so, when are you going to tell your parents about us?"
clark prods, halfway through tugging his shirt off. he has you exactly where he wants you, straddling his lap, your hands on his chiseled abdomen.
"what?" you ask, tilting your head to the side with a confused smile. he's asking about that now? he tosses his t-shirt across the room before letting his hands find their home on your waist, just under the shirt you're wearing.
"well, we've been seeing each other for a while now, it's just on my mind," he shrugs. there's light pink dusted across his cheeks, and if you weren't too busy noticing how his eyes kept dropping to your lips, that would've made you smile. clark's question is something you'd been asking yourself for weeks now—and him actually verbalizing it only adds to the guilt. has he been waiting on you to tell your parents all this time?
"i'm not, like, hiding it, if that's what you think." his fingers drag along your skin, careful not to catch the spot where you're ticklish. and then they're trailing a bit higher, hiking your shirt up as you go.
"that's not what i think," clark says, but it lacks the conviction he means for it to. you've never known clark to be a good liar. "but," he starts gently, letting his hands drop back down to your waist. "your parents haven't gotten at least a little suspicious? i mean, they're seeing a lot of me, lately." he can't even meet your eyes while he says that. he knows you well, and he knows you're not the happiest about his point, however right he may be.
"they haven't asked about you. not since the first time you came over."
"and what did you say then?"
"i said that you were a guy in my english class, and that we were going to work on our project." it's clark's turn to tilt his head, now. "which is not incorrect!" you're quick to add.
"we did a lot more than work on our project, sweetheart," he smirks, meeting your gaze with a glint in his eyes.
"they don't need to know that!" you exclaim, and even with the humorous tone behind it, you can tell it doesn't land well with clark. he swallows, looking to the side. "i'll tell them soon, okay?"
that seems to ease him for the moment. soon is vague, he thinks, but he trusts you. and if there's one thing clark knows about you, it's that you're a people pleaser. "okay."
"yeah? we're okay?"
"of course, we're okay. you think this was a fight, or something?" clark jokes, his signature smile coming back. "i could never fight with you." he shifts underneath you, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "now, let me get this shirt off of you."