Sonder - Newt TMR

The room fell completely silent.  

Babe?

Our gaze still lingered on each other's lips, as everyone else watched like they were waiting to see what Newt and I were going to do next. 

What were we going to do next?

My heart was pounding against my rip cage. 

I felt like I was going to explode. 

I felt like a coil that was about to snap. 

I grew more anxious every second that passed, the more everyone looked at us. 

Like their eyes were devouring me whole. 

"I- um... huh?" I stumbled over my words. 

"Um, well- nothing." Newt tried to form a coherent sentence, as the two of us quickly turned away from each other. 

Well, I didn't think this could get any more awkward than it already was. 

I quickly walked over to my bed and sat down. 

All the boys looked around each other, trying to wrap their head around what the hell just happened. 

Minho smiled as he crossed his arms over his chest, "you know, we aren't in the Glade anymore."

"I've gathered that, thank you." I said sarcastically. 

I could see Newt staring at the floor, as he took in Minho's words. 

Newt then nodded to himself, standing up straight, before walking over to me. 

He plopped down next to me, so closely that our thighs pressed against one another. 

"Well, for the last three years there was an unwritten 'no touch' rule." Winston said to the Minho, Frypan, and Thomas. 

"It's not like they really seemed to follow it anyway." Minho chuckled. 

Newts hand floated down to my thigh. 

I quickly looked up at him. 

Newt was already looking at me. 

His eyes almost had a hungry look to them. 

"What the hell does that mean?" Thomas asked. 

Newt seemed to give my thigh a little squeeze, before it floated up behind my back and around my waist. 

"Well, I did find them in the shower together." Minho told them. 

Normally, I would have yelled at him for saying something like that... but... I was a little preoccupied at the moment.  

I was so captivated, as I looked back into Newt's eyes. 

"I found them both in Newt's bed one of the last days back in the Glade.  That's all I'm saying." Frypan said, with his hands up in the air in mock defense. 

Newt leaned in closer now. 

His freehand drifting up to the back of my neck. 

Newt then leaned his forehead against mine. 

He was so close, I could feel his breath dance across my skin. 

Newt then started to lean in. 

His lips growing closer to mine by the second. 

For a moment I thought that I should get up and walk away, try to salvage my self control that was diminishing by the second... but I didn't. 

Fuck it. 

I leaned in, smashing my lips into Newt's. 

His grip seemed to tighten even more, as he pulled me as closed as he possibly could. 

Our bodies pressed together, our lips moving in sink with one another.

For a moment, I forgot we weren't the only two in the room. 

For a moment, my mind drifted back to the Glade. 

That first night that Newt and I ever kissed, standing in my room after he walked me back from the last fire. 

It had a certain comforting feeling to it. 

I couldn't think about anything else besides Newt.  

It felt like home. 

"And they aren't listening..." Minho said. 

"Godddd damnnnn." Frypan spoke loudly, causing Newt and I to snap back to reality. 

The two of us quickly pulled apart from each other, sitting back to our original positions. 

"Well, I was saying... let's all get some shut eye... and see what tomorrow brings." Minho raised an eyebrow at Newt and I. 

I could fell my face growing hot. 

"Yes." I managed to say, as I glanced over at Newt for a quick second. 

His face was just as pink as mine was, as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. 

"Yeah," Newt said, as he nervously stood up and walked over to his bunk, "Goodnight."

I waited for them to shut the lights off and for everyone to climb into their beds, before I took my pants off and kicked them too the floor. 

I never slept with pants on. 

I would rather swallow shards of glass. 

And... there I laid. 

Tossing and turning for what it felt hours. 

I couldn't sleep, though this bed was the most comfortable bed I slept on... it didn't feel like my bed. 

That's when I heard shuffling. 

I thought my mind was just playing tricks on me at first, until it grew a bit louder. 

It was growing closer. 

Then, the sound stopped. 

That's when the sound of something metal came from under my bed. 

I took a deep breath in and held it. 

I slowly leaned over the side of my bed, peaking underneath the bed frame. 

There was a teenage boy crawling out from the air vent. 

He put his finger up to his lips to hush me, as he crawled out from underneath my bed. 

I sat up and silently watched him as he walked over to Thomas and woke him. 

Then, the two of them walked over to me. 

"Come on." The boy whispered to me, as he waved me up. 

"What? Where?" I whispered back, as my eyes bounced between the both of them. 

The boy crouched down, before crawling back under my bed and into the vent. 

"I'm not sure.  He said he has to show us something, but we've got to hurry." Thomas said, before calling under the bed. 

I let out a sigh, before reluctantly getting up... and following them.