Rose seemed like she had no idea how gorgeous she was. Honestly, if Jughead hadn't know that he had a type before, Rose helped him realize that he definitely did. Jughead was in awe of Rose for a variety of reasons. And really, only a few of those reasons had to do with the 'welcome' she gave him back on Valentine's Day. He wasn't going around angling for a repeat; Rose's comments after the fact made it clear that she wasn't looking for anything special.
"Lake serpent?" Jughead asked, eyes scanning the water for any odd ripples. "While I'm not sure where you might be keeping your swords in that bikini, I take a little offense to the implication that I'd be helpless," he replied with a slight grin on his face.
Jughead watched her walking. The slow pace she used gave him ample time to study the way her behind looked. At least until he started to feel a bit like a lecher and forced himself to stop staring. Yes, he was a horny teenager. That didn't mean that he had to broadcast it.
The deep breath she let out almost sounded musical to him. He really wanted to start running and tackle her into the water. He didn't though, because for all he knew there might be a rock nearby.