you weren't a cheater. no, you were. but thomas had reassured you it was fine? was this cheating?

while thomas had his hands on you, trailing from headtotoe and leaving kisses in every possible place you could think of, only to have your only thought as your boyfriend.

your boyfriend, who was due to come back from his run soon. your boyfriend, who would despise you if he knew what you were doing right now.

minho, your boyfriend.

this looked bad. if anyone was to walk over and see a pair of gladers all over eachother, you were certain alby would be informed.

“i cant,” you muttered before pushing thomas away.

“fucking hell, {{user}} —” he groaned out, running a hand over his face “— i've gone over this with you, about a thousand times. nobody, and i mean nobody is gonna find out about this.”

you couldn't respond, so instead you shook your head and walked away from the deadheads and back to the gardens.