maze runner imagines

Preferences how your hands first touch ~Thomas~

Thomas:

"Right! Thomas! Right!", you inform him yelling. The brown haired Runner almost crashed into you as he tried to escape from a Griever. Now you two are running away from the monster. Heavily panting you follow him around the corner. At the end from the way is the Glade waiting for you two.
Suddenly Thomas stumbles over his own two feet. As fast as you can you grab his hand to steady his balance. It would be his death if he falls to the ground now. "Thanks!", the brown haired Runner mumbles between two heavy breaths. You are still holding his hand as you two squeeze through the gap of the closing doors. It was too damn close...
"Uh! The two love birds made it back alive. Really dramatic, shanks!", Minho notices the two of you are holding hands. The other Gladers exchange glances, while some of them wiggles their eyebrows. Blushing you escape his grip. Thomas clears his throat with red cheeks like you.
"Come on, boys! Give them a little bit time alone!", the Keeper of the Runners makes the situation more embarrassing for you two. "You were great in the Maze. Thank you for saving me life", Thomas breaks the silence between you. Laughing you wink at him, "I have to keep my eyes on you. Problems are attached to you like Minho to his sassiness." The brown haired Runner just looks at you smiling.