"Wait- so your telling me, that millionaire, Forsythe Pendleton Jones III, lives right next to you?!" Kevin yells excitedly. "He's so hot! Oh my god, you guys would make such cute babies!"
"Dial it down a bit," I giggle quietly. Kevin seemed to attract the whole café's attention from all his yelling. I feel my cheeks start to heat up. "Yes, he does. And I never realized a man can make me feel like- like that."
"Sweetie, I know how you feel. When I met Joaquin. He looked so yummy!"
I giggle looking up. My eyes meet with a pair of electric blue eyes. There he was, in a dark suit, standing in line for coffee, staring at me.
"Kev, don't turn around. He's right behind you," I whisper.
"Oh my god!" Kevin squeals turning towards Jughead. He grabs his coffee about to leave when Kevin yells for him to come over to our table.
"Kev!?" I shout whisper.
My cheeks heating up when Jughead slides a chair out.
"Hi, I'm Kevin!" Kevin smiles. "And I see you met my beautiful Betty!"
"Your beautiful Betty?" Jughead questions something flashes across his face.
"Oh no. I didn't mean it like that, I have a boyfriend. That is supposed to be here- oh there he is! By Betty! Love you," he grins like an idiot leaving.
"Do all your friends do that?"
"Do what? Leave me at weird times? Yes," I mumble taking a sip of my English tea.
"It's great to see you again Betty," he takes a sip of his coffee. I try my hardest not to react to him saying my name, yet again.
All he did was say my name, but the way it rolled off his tongue so deliciously had me flushed.
"It's great to see you too, Jughead," I lean back realizing how close we really are.
"I don't bite," he gives a throaty chuckle. "Only sometimes." He whispers the last part making me gasp.
I close my thighs tightly making him smile devilishly. What the hell is he doing to me?
"I read a few chapters of your book," Jughead takes a sip of his coffee as if he said the most casual thing.
"You did?!" I yell whisper.
"Yes, and it's really good. You're quite the author, Ms. Cooper."
"I try my hardest, Mr. Jones," I grab my bag digging in it for a piece of gum.
"Can I- can I touch you?" He says quietly, which startled me.
"What?" I stop digging looking at him.
"Can I touch you?" He says it again, this time confidence appearing in his voice.
He wants to touch me? How?
"I- I guess," I give him a weird look.
He brings his hand up softly to my face, brushing his knuckles against my cheek. Instantly my cheeks heat up, I probably look like a tomato. He snakes his around behind my head grabbing my ponytail pulling it out.
"Much better," he whispers as if he said it to himself.
His hands linger a bit longer before moving back onto his lap.
"I like your hair down," he mumbles looking at my crazy hair.
"I look crazy," I mutter brushing my hands through my hair. He moves closer his breath fanning my face.
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Romantizm| A Bughead Story | Thank you for 35k luvs ----------- It was his past that had driven him to this small, peppy town. Jughead Jones, he was rich, sexy, and extremely dangerous. Riverdale's new hottest Bachelor. He despises anything and everything...
