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First Kiss-Thomas

Dedicated to huskilover

Eve wiped the sweat off her brow. The Glade never seemed to settle on a comfortable temperature. It was always too hot and muggy. She sighed and set down the shovel she had been using. Leaning against one of the posts in the garden, she stretched her aching muscles. 

It was near dinner time and she found herself looking towards the doors of the maze. It had become a habit of hers, to look for Thomas when he came back from his daily runs. She knew it was insane but she couldn't help it that the brown eyed boy had taken over her thoughts. 

She snapped out of her daze when the bell rang summoning herself and the other Glade residents to the dining area. Which was really just a barely put together patio cover. She took off her gloves and pushed some stray hairs of her ponytail behind her ear. Eve stole one last glance at the doors, and saw Thomas come running through followed by Minho and Ben.

A short while later the boys joined her at their usual table. "What's up Shanks?" she asked taking a spoonful of her soup. 

"Not much, this klunk for brains just thought it'd be brilliant to climb the ivy. He'll be the death of me." Minho nudged Thomas who was sitting next to him. 

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Sorry if I wanted to have a bit of fun while staring at the same stone walls." 

Eve smiled, "You two bicker like a married couple." 

"Thomas wishes he could handle all of this." Minho joked finishing up his dinner. "I'm hitting it early tonight. See you slintheads in the morning." He ruffled Eve's hair and went to the Homestead. 

Thomas looked at Eve once Minho was gone and smiled. "So how's my favorite Track-hoe been?" he asked.

Eve looked a bit caught off guard, but quickly shook it off. Sure he meant it in a friendly way, but it was still a compliment of sorts. "Oh well I've been alright. Same old business here." she said finally meeting his eyes. 

"Really nothing new and exciting?" Thomas tilted his head. "Shame. Hey, want to play a game? I feel like I hardly know you and you've been here for a few months now." 

Eve thought it over. "Sure i guess, what kind of game?"

"Twenty questions." he said. ((Thomas don't be a fuckboy!!)) 

"Alright, I'll start then." she said leaning her elbows on the table. "First question, what is your favorite color?"

"That's such a basic question." he laughed. "Probably purple. My turn. Who is your favorite glader?" 

The girl glanced around the room, debating on who to say was her favorite. Obviously Thomas was her choice, but she wasn't sure she should tell him that. Despite being friends for so long, she still felt nervous from time to time around him. "Probably Minho." she teased.

Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Really? He's your favorite. Can't lie Eve, that hurt me." he laughed lightly. 

She only rolled her eyes. "Whatever, my turn." She pondered her next question. "Let's see," Now would be the time to ask him Eve, just go for it. she thought to herself. "Alright, would you ever kiss me Thomas?" 

It was clear he was caught off guard. After a few seconds he replied. "Absolutely." There was a smug grin on his face. He leaned across the table and gave her a quick kiss. "In fact I just did." Eve looked at him stunned when he was done. 

"I suppose that works." she laughed and kissed him again.