Maze Runner Preferances

Dreamy

*Author's Note: I don't know how to feel about this story to be honest! It's a little more romantically intense than I usually write but I thought I would put it on here anyway. Also, if you guys have any feedback or comments I would love that!*

His fingertips brushed my cheek. The touch was soft and gentle, very much unlike his personality. He always seemed arrogant and on the verge of wanting to smash something with a hammer, but not around me. He became this whole new person when we were alone.

His arms encircled me and I leaned in closer, breathing in the scent of wood and fresh air. With a delicate hand he tilted my head towards his face and we kissed. It was unlike anything I had ever felt. When we parted it felt like coming up from water and I gasped in air like I had been deprived.

"I love you," he whispered. I was close enough to feel his warm breath.

"I know," I mumbled as my finger traced his sharp jawline.

He jerked his head up, looking at the sky. The movement was so sudden that I stumbled back a step.

His gaze fell back down on me. "Wake up." His voice was still soft. "Wake up." A little harsher. "Wake up!" he yelled.

My eyelids fluttered open. I was staring at the wooden ceiling of the Homestead. I rolled over, burying my face in the pillow. These dreams seemed to get more real every night, always about him.

I sat up and stared at the bed frame, getting myself ready to face the day and the embarrassment.

Twenty minutes later I walked into the kitchen and grabbed my breakfast from Frypan. It was scrambled eggs and ham again but I tried to repress my sigh for the chef's sake. Fry and I were friends I would say, at least, we had pleasant conversations.

Strolling out of the Homestead I sat down at a picnic table, going right past him. We didn't make eye contact but I felt his stare on the back of my head.

"I swear, your face gets brighter red every time I see you!" Gally sat down in front of me. I tried to avoid looking at his lips.

"Morning to you too." I said quietly. I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye then he leaned in towards me. I backed up.

"You know what, the craziest thing has been happening lately," he whispered. "I've been having dreams."

I looked up in shock, breaking my no staring at him rule.

He nodded to himself. "I know, crazy, like I said. Even weirder, they're about you." He smiled. "And based off of your shell shocked expression, you've been having them too."

I nodded weakly, not even sure how to take the news.

Gally scooted forward like we were sharing a juicy bit of gossip. "What are your dreams about?" He raised his eyebrows.

I felt my face heat up but I tried to keep a neutral expression. "Nothing dirty."

He snorted and leaned back. "See you around." With that he got up and practically strutted back to his table as if nothing was wrong.

I stood, leaving my food, and went to find Minho who I knew for a fact wasn't running today. Minho was who I confided everything to so of course he knew about the dreams. He would know what to do now because this was not a coincidence. Everything in the Glade happens for a reason.