Clarkent

"The boy- if he could be called that, looking like he belonged in college, not high school-wore Chucks with holes worn through, no laces. Slim charcoal pants and a white button-down shirt covered his lean, spare frame. His tie was loose, his cuffs were undone, and his blazer lay in a heap beside him as he lazily leaned back on the palms of his hands…Strands of his dark chestnut hair stuck out every which way. Bedroom hair…He was beautiful. And he was smiling at me."

-The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer"The boy- if he could be called that, looking like he belonged in college, not high school-wore Chucks with holes worn through, no laces. Slim charcoal pants and a white button-down shirt covered his lean, spare frame. His tie was loose, his cuffs were undone, and his blazer lay in a heap beside him as he lazily leaned back on the palms of his hands…Strands of his dark chestnut hair stuck out every which way. Bedroom hair…He was beautiful. And he was smiling at me."

-The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer"The boy- if he could be called that, looking like he belonged in college, not high school-wore Chucks with holes worn through, no laces. Slim charcoal pants and a white button-down shirt covered his lean, spare frame. His tie was loose, his cuffs were undone, and his blazer lay in a heap beside him as he lazily leaned back on the palms of his hands…Strands of his dark chestnut hair stuck out every which way. Bedroom hair…He was beautiful. And he was smiling at me."

-The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

"The boy- if he could be called that, looking like he belonged in college, not high school-wore Chucks with holes worn through, no laces. Slim charcoal pants and a white button-down shirt covered his lean, spare frame. His tie was loose, his cuffs were undone, and his blazer lay in a heap beside him as he lazily leaned back on the palms of his hands…Strands of his dark chestnut hair stuck out every which way. Bedroom hair…He was beautiful. And he was smiling at me."

-The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer