Newt was sitting under a tree with Thomas and Minho, playing random games to pass the time. One of said games being Truth or Dare.

Newt had picked Dare and Thomas whispered something in his ear, to which his cheeks grew flushed as he pushed himself up from the ground.

You were stood at the door of the MedHut, talking to Jeff when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“Hello Darling”

You hear a thick English accent mutter shyly.