Newt’s lop-sided grin only widened once you interlocked your fingers with his own; the two of you in your own world, all away from the other Gladers.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction; especially when he started to kiss over your knuckles. Newt was practically infatuated with you, he always had been since you arrived.

“You’re bloody beautiful, y’know?” He leaned in and whispered, his breath tickling your cheek. His wry grin didn’t falter at all, and he seemed equally amused.