King’s Crown Bar (Chapter 3)
Warning: Bughead Smut
Archie scratched the back of his head, color flushing his cheeks. “Long time no see,” He said lamely.
“Who’s fault is that?” Betty grit. She pulled her cardigan taught over her shoulders. She couldn’t help but notice Archie’s hair was longer than it was last time she saw him.
He winced. “How long has it been? Six, seven years?”
Betty swallowed hard. “It was another lifetime.” She spotted her purse on the counter, snatched it and turned away from Archie, exiting the apartment.