Under pressure

5: The camp (Part 5)

Betty's POV 

We pull away from the kiss and both exchale, smiles forming on our faces. I rest my forehead against his and we open our eyes.

His arms are now totally wrapped around me and mine are around his neck. We hug, our bodies together.

"Wow," I say quietly.

"Indeed," he says.

I peck his lips again and again, needing more. He smiles and pulls away a little. I smile a little and he spoons my face and caresses my cheeks with his thumbs.

"Can I kiss you again?" he asks.

"You need to stop being so polite," I say and pull his lips onto mine again.

*Time pass. 2h later*

"So if you'd get to be a writer, you'd choose that?" he asks me, continuing our conversation.

We're sitting on the sand, our clothes now on, his arms around me, my head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, 100%," I say. He kisses my hairline and I look up at him. He puts the open strand of my hair around my ear and kisses me on the lips.

"We should head back," he says.

I sigh, "No, I don't want for this to end," I say.

He puts his lower lip over his upper one. "Come on cutie, you're almost asleep," he says.

I snuggle my face further into his neck. He kisses my hair and feels me shiver.

"Cold?" he asks.

"I'm wet. Yes," I chuckle.

He stands up, holding my hand. I open my eyes. He takes his Serpent Jscket off the ground and puts it over my shoulders. I smile and slide my arms into the sleeves.

"Gosh. That is warm," I say.

"How else we wear this in Winter?" he smirks.

I roll my eyes. The reason we're so good at surfing? In Riverdale winter is like 23°C. I intertwine our fingers and we start walking towards the camp.

"You think that Cheryl and Toni are sleeping at mine?" I ask.

"I'm pretty 100% sure, yes," he says. "Do you wanna come to mine?" he asks.

I smile and nod. He kisses my temple. The feeling of his soft lips brushing against my lips or cheek or temple or forehead or nose... I could die like this.

"Ready?" he whispers as we rwach the first hut. I nod. We look around and run to his and inside. He turns on the table light and drops down into his bed.

He looks at me and stretches his arms out, "I'n wet," I say.

He jumps up, "Crap," he says, making me laugh.

He takes his towel and hands it to me. "Can I.. Um.. Can I get a shirt or something?" I ask.

He smiles and opens his sportsbag. He throws me one. I smirk and smell it. I throw it back, "Something what you've already worn, please," I say.

He laughs and throws me another one. I smell it. A little bit of sweat, but mostly all him. I smile and turn my back at him.

I put the jacket onto Toni's bed, and pull my own shirt off. I pull my surf crop top over my head as well and dry myself a little and then pull his shirt on.

"Crap, um," I say and turn around. He's sitting in his pajama pants on the bed. I smile a little, "These are wet," I say and point on my board shorts.