Losing You's a Thing That I Dread

Chapter 17: Roxy

A/N: I guess this is how I cope from the lack of RoxChie in HS. Sana tulog na ang mga bata. 🤭

P.S. I don't own the song.

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Sunday, 05:22 AM

If anyone told her three months ago that Archie Aguerro was a cuddler, she would have laughed in that person’s face and gone on with her day, not wasting another minute thinking about her enemy number one.

A smile tugged on the corner of Roxy’s lips as she traced his face with her index finger, careful not to disrupt his dream and wake him up. 

She glanced at the clock sitting on the bedside table. It was almost half past five. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was him humming a song she couldn’t place, while she was lying comfortably in his embrace. On a typical night like the last, Roxy would be tossing and turning - restless because of the roaring thunder and howling wind. Maybe Archie was the cure to her storm-induced sleepless nights.

My Archie-dote… Corny! Last mo na yan, Roxanne. 

It stopped raining sometime after midnight, but the temperature still dropped several degrees than what she was used to, so the heat his body exuded was definitely welcomed.

Then she woke up at dawn, finding herself a little too warm, only to realize that his arms stayed wrapped around her the entire night.

So she put her plans of preparing breakfast aside and allowed herself to just live in that moment of pure bliss, stinking happy with the knowledge that he never let her go - a sweet memory she would treasure until she was old and gray.

Lost in thought, Roxy didn’t notice that the lips she was mindlessly tracing had parted until her wandering digit was trapped between his teeth.

Roxy jumped in surprise, luckily managing to keep the squeal rising up her throat. Archie released her finger and kissed the tip. Since he was awake, she tried to push herself up to a sitting position, but his grip tightened. 

Without opening his eyes, he pulled her closer to his chest and hummed with contentment when he felt her body beside his. 

She pressed her lips against his jaw and whispered, “Good morning,” before settling her head in her favorite spot between his neck and left shoulder. She drew circles on his bare chest and asked, “Gutom ka na? Anong gusto mong agahan?”

A naughty grin spread on his handsome face.

“You.”

His voice, still raspy from sleep, sent shivers down her spine. But she remembered that there were three other people who might wake up hungry in about an hour, so she pinched his side and retorted, “Wala ako sa menu.”

He smirked, eyes still closed.

Remembering their bedtime shenanigans, Roxy pressed her thighs together, pushed herself up, and murmured, “And nakaisa ka na kagabi.”

He finally opened his eyes, both twinkling with mischief. “That was a late night snack,” he argued. “Umaga na ngayon.”

Then before she could react, he tugged her back in his arms, and she ended up lying on top of him. He lifted his head and brushed his lips against hers.

“Good morning,” he whispered. He rested his head back on the pillow and said, “My shirt looks way better on you. You should keep it.”  

“Bolero ka talaga, Archimedes Aguerro,” she said.

She felt his fingers slowly climb up her right thigh and lift the hem of his gray shirt. The corner of her lips rose, knowing what he wouldn’t find there.