Clara had enjoyed every second of the ride, having enjoyed being as close to Jughead as she had been. She’d felt warm and safe and she’d enjoyed the way it felt to have the wind hitting her skin. When they parked, she offered an amused grin as she accepted his help, resting her hand in his to get off the bike, though she listened to him and laughed. “Perfect, huh?” she asked with amusement, grinning broadly as she watched him and ducked her head. “Thank you, Jughead.” It made her heart swell, hearing his words about her and she chewed on her lip. “You’re pretty perfect yourself, though.” Lifting her gaze, she eyed him and offered a grin before she slid her arm through his and nodded. “Yeah, come on, we should get inside.” She watched him for a moment but smiled as she began leading the way. “And I do’t care who else is staring, as long as you are. I definitely prefer your staring.” She grinned, unable to help it.
Archie grinned slightly as he took her in, loving the way her cheeks had warmed, unable to really take his eyes off of her. “I definitely think so,” he told her quietly, his grin broadening as he truly acknowledged how gorgeous she was. Taking her hand, he led her over to the dance floor gently, carefully, loving that he’d get to dance with her, that he’d get to hold her close, that he’d get to enjoy having her in his arms. Smiling as he peered down at her, he took her in for several long moments, resting his hands on her hips as he began to dance with her, holding her close to himself as they swayed to the music together. “You don’t have to thank me for this,” he told her quietly as he examined her, memorizing the way she looked under the assortment of lights that were lit up for the dance. “I should be thanking you for agreeing to come to the dance with me. I couldn’t imagine being here with anybody other than you, Thea. I wouldn’t want to be here with anybody other than you.”
Archie grinned slightly as he took her in, loving the way her cheeks had warmed, unable to really take his eyes off of her. “I definitely think so,” he told her quietly, his grin broadening as he truly acknowledged how gorgeous she was. Taking her hand, he led her over to the dance floor gently, carefully, loving that he’d get to dance with her, that he’d get to hold her close, that he’d get to enjoy having her in his arms. Smiling as he peered down at her, he took her in for several long moments, resting his hands on her hips as he began to dance with her, holding her close to himself as they swayed to the music together. “You don’t have to thank me for this,” he told her quietly as he examined her, memorizing the way she looked under the assortment of lights that were lit up for the dance. “I should be thanking you for agreeing to come to the dance with me. I couldn’t imagine being here with anybody other than you, Thea. I wouldn’t want to be here with anybody other than you.”
November 5th, 2018 at 12:18am