↳ Saturday
Jan. 21st↲
Kisses.
It's the best alarm clock someone can get.
My eyes slowly opened upon feeling his lips press against my collarbone, my neck, and then my cheek.
I lazily lolled my head over to see Jughead more awake than I, with a cheesy smile and a loving gaze.
"Morning," he said, his voice slightly hoarse from sleeping in the coldest room of the trailer.
"Hey there," I smiled, laughing a little. I placed my hand on his cheek gently, bringing his face to mine for a kiss. It was a long kiss, mostly because we were still too tired.
We pulled away, looking at each other once again in admiration.
I sighed. "I wish we could stay like this forever..."
"Why not?" He pulled me closer, looking me up and down. "You texted your parents last night, right?"
I did when he blew out the candles before we went to "Sleep." Which was a fancy way of saying "Talking to each other for the rest of the night about silly scenarios about our future."
"Yeah, but you know how they are now." I looked up at the ceiling. "Besides. Your dad doesn't know I'm in here. I can leave without him even knowing," I grinned, before looking over to Jughead.
"It's his fault anyway. He knew what he was doing when he put that tattoo there," he poked my chest, unable to stop smiling.
I laughed a little and rolled on top of him, now sitting up. I leaned down and gave him one last kiss in bed.
"C'mon. Let's get ready," I patted his chest. "We'll have more moments like these in the future. I promise."
I got off of him and started to pull on my pants. My shirt and underwear were already on, just in case F.P. did end up walking in.
I walked over to the bedside and picked up my phone, which had only twenty percent left. I texted my parents that I'd be home soon and that I was just meeting Jughead at his house.
Jughead got up after me, already in his boxers. He threw on his S tee shirt, which I watched curiously, thinking. After getting out of bed, he turned to see the grin I had on my face as I stared.
"What?"
"Nothing." I shrugged. "I was just thinking about how comfortable your tee shirts must be."
He laughed a little under his breath. "How about next time I'll let you borrow one."
"Sounds good to me!" I smiled, giddy. I left his room, quiet, assuming F.P. was sleeping after being at the Whyte Wyrm later than us.
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