First Day of My Life

Chapter 14

While I was sick, I kept sleeping in Jughead's bed, with him by my side. The next mornings when he had to go to school were filled with him drowning me in kisses, telling me to feel better, and—if there was enough time—snuggling with me in the bed until he was almost late. He made no effort to kiss me on the lips after my talk with FP and his (I had still no idea what that had been about, exactly), probably understanding I was stressed and confused, he just gave me some time to figure things out.

When the fever, headache, and weakness were gone by Thursday, FP still made sure I'd stay home but allowed me to go to the hospital, Jughead dropping me off and picking me up. On Friday, I did go to school.

Now, it was Saturday morning, I had just woken up in my own bed, alone. It was still warm and very comfortable, but I missed Jughead's arms around me, his scent, his hands, or just his presence, really. So, I grabbed my phone that was still charging from the night and pulled on some warm socks before exiting my room and crossing the small hallway to Jughead's.

I could hear that FP was talking with my sister who had probably slept in his bed since she kept climbing in there at nights, either claiming she had a nightmare or just doing it for fun. FP didn't have the heart to stop her either, especially after a month of her calling him her daddy, not remembering any other parents she ever had. It was sad, but I was happy that my sister could have a dad who gave her attention and had some spare time.

When I pushed Jughead's door open a bit, I saw him on his phone, his back turned towards the door. A smile appeared on my face when I closed the door as quietly as possible and tiptoed my way to his bed before basically jumping on it, making him drop his phone as he flinched. I giggled when his shocked face turned into an annoyed-but-not-really grin when I cuddled up to him.

"Morning Jug," I said, kissing his cheek.

"You almost gave me a heart attack," he replied to that, sliding his arm under my head so that I would be comfortable.

"Almost?" I teased.

He rolled his eyes and nuzzled his nose into my cheek comfortably, forgetting his phone as I did with mine, just enjoying the rainy morning. We lied there in silence, just happy to be breathing the same air and share a bed. No words were needed. Until the arm that had been dropped over my stomach made a move, gripping my waist carefully as he tugged me closer. It was a sweet movement, but something kept poking my thigh and I knew far too well what that was to keep calm.

"What are your plans for today?" the boy asked, oblivious to the situation that I was in, my heart pounding, skin covered in goosebumps, and brain moving a hundred miles a minute. I couldn't answer, and after a few moments of silence, he pulled his face out of my neck, looking at me worriedly. "Everything okay?"

I breathed out in order to calm myself when I met his worried blue eyes. I think he saw panic and mild feelings in mine but didn't know how to express all of that. So, to give him a hint, I moved my hips towards him and then towards the right side of the bed, observing his face as it turned bright red.

He was speechless as well and quickly moved to lie on his back, turning his face to face the window and not me. It was awkward enough for me, but he was so embarrassed that it actually made the situation better. He looked cute when for once he didn't know what to say.

"It's okay," I mumbled quietly as I didn't know what else to say to make the situation better.

"It's not okay," he breathed. "Fuck, Betts, I swear I don't have control over it."

I bit my lower lip to hold back the laugh forming in my chest as I reached for his face, turning it to face me carefully. "I know what a dick is and how it functions, Jug," I said, making his eyes widen just a bit over the fact that I had the courage to speak about it with him. "You're hard in the mornings, I get it."