Seven Minutes in Heaven: The Maze Runner Gladers Secrets

Thomas

You barely registered the cheers and laughter around you as Newt unfolded the second slip of paper. Your heart thudded in your chest, a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement coiling tightly within you. You couldn't help but glance at Thomas, who was standing beside Teresa, his expression one of mild surprise tinged with curiosity.

"Thomas!" Newt announced, his voice carrying over the din of the crowd.

A collective "Ooooh" rippled through the Gladers, and you could feel your cheeks flushing with heat. Thomas's eyes widened slightly before he grinned, stepping forward to join you. His gaze met yours, and there was something in his eyes—a spark of shared understanding, maybe even a hint of the same nervous energy that was fluttering in your stomach.

"Well, well," Minho called out, clapping Thomas on the back. "Looks like someone's got a hot date."

The teasing continued as Newt directed you both toward the small storage closet off to the side of the Homestead. The door creaked as it was pulled open, revealing a cramped space filled with various supplies and tools. It wasn't romantic by any means, but in this strange, surreal moment, it felt almost perfect.

"Seven minutes," Newt reminded you with a wink, pushing you both gently toward the door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

The door clicked shut behind you, plunging the room into near darkness. The only light came from a small crack beneath the door, casting a narrow band of amber across the floor. You stood just inside the entrance, close enough to feel Thomas's presence beside you, but not quite touching. The air was thick with unspoken tension, every breath sounding loud in the confined space.

"So," Thomas finally broke the silence, his voice low and hesitant. "This is different."

You chuckled softly, trying to ease some of the tightness in your chest. "Yeah, definitely different."

The pause that followed made your heart race and your palms sweat. Almost without thinking, you took a step closer to him. Thomas mirrored your movement, closing the gap between you until there was barely an inch left. The space felt charged, electric, as if the air itself was humming with potential.

"Y/N..." Thomas murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand reached up, fingers brushing against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.

You looked up at him, your breath catching in your throat. There was so much packed into that single word, so many unspoken questions and emotions. Before you could respond, Thomas dipped his head, his lips meeting yours in a tentative kiss. It was soft, almost hesitant, but it sent a jolt of sensation through you, igniting a fire that had been simmering just beneath the surface.

His lips were warm against yours, firm yet gentle, and you melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. Thomas's hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more desperate, as if neither of you wanted to waste a single second of these precious minutes.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer, while his tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. You parted willingly, allowing him access as the kiss grew more heated, more intense. The world outside the closet faded away, lost in the haze of desire that enveloped you both.

Thomas groaned softly, his fingers tightening on your waist as he tilted your head back, deepening the kiss further. You could feel the hunger in him, the need that matched your own, driving the kiss to new heights of passion. His body pressed firmly against yours, every inch of contact sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

You broke the kiss momentarily, gasping for breath, your forehead resting against his. "Thomas..." you whispered, your voice shaky and breathless.

He didn't give you a chance to say anything else. His lips found yours again, this time with a fierce intensity that left no room for doubt. His hands roamed up your back, sliding under your shirt to press against the warm skin there. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down your spine as you arched into his touch.

Thomas's mouth moved to your jawline, trailing kisses down to your neck, his teeth nipping lightly at the sensitive skin there. You let out a muffled moan, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as your legs threatened to give out. The sensations were overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over you, each touch, each kiss building upon the last.

Just as the urgency between you was reaching a fever pitch, the door suddenly swung open, flooding the closet with light. You both jumped apart, startled by the sudden intrusion. Newt stood in the doorway, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Time's up, lovebirds," he teased, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Out you go."

Thomas and you exchanged a quick, rueful glance before stepping out of the closet, still feeling the lingering effects of the encounter. The room erupted in applause and cheers, the Gladers clearly enjoying the show. You couldn't help but smile, though your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Alright, next pair!" Newt called out, already reaching into the hat.

You glanced at Thomas, who gave you a small, sheepish smile before rejoining the circle. Your heart was still racing, your thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But as the next names were drawn and another couple disappeared into the closet, you realized that tonight would be one to remember.