The Race of Love ( Newt X Reader)

Chapter 2

A/N: Hello my dear readers!

This is the second part of Newt X Reader in the Scorch Trials.

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« Wake up, love. »

A smooth voice pierced its way through your dreams and you stirred.

« Come on, love, wake up. » the voice said urgently as the gentle shake of your shoulders increased. You jolted up awake as Newt's arms brought you back to his chest.

« We have to go, » Newt said as he got up, bringing you with him, his hands holding you tightly enough. You liked how close you were to him and let him guide you through this chaos as the helicopter winded heavily. You grabbed Newt's hand and jumped off the helicopter, following the guards to a building surrounded by sand. Even if Newt was limping to keep up with you, the adrenaline and the screams screeching the night gave enough strength to intertwine your fingers with his, dragging him as much as you could, while the rest of the group joined you to the huge gates. You all came in and the doors closed, bringing back the silence and finally being able to comprehend what was going on.

Thomas, Teresa, Minho Frypan, Newt and you looked around the inside of the building in awe.

« What the hell is that place? Where are we ? » you thought while squeezing your still intertwined hands. Newt squeezed back and got closer to you, enjoying this new proximity and you didn't see the smirk on Minho's face when he caught the two of you getting closer.

Thomas broke the heavy silence.

« Where are we? Is this still wicked ? » he muttered, looking astonishingly around himself and stopping his gaze on you and Newt.

A huge smile enlightened his face.

«Finally! You are together. Newt couldn't stop talking about you Y/N ». Thomas said enthusiastically.

Teresa noticed Newt tensed and detached his hand from yours, crossing his hands over his chest while a blush welcomed his cheeks.

« Shut your bloody mouth, shunk face. »

However, you noticed the uneasiness lingering in the air and grabbed Newt's hand back in yours.

You opened your mouth to speak when a voice you didn't know cut you off. ;

« Welcome, all of you. Wicked can not hurt you here. » said a man with blue eyes and short salt and pepper hair.

Newt stepped in front of you, protectively and a smile tugged your lips at the small gesture.

The man who introduced himself as Janson explained what happened here and how we were all safe and then finished his speech by basically telling us we really needed to take a shower. However, before everyone went to the showers you grabbed Newt's face and pecked his lips, whispering against his lips :

« I feel the same too. »

Then you disappeared towards the shower, leaving him frozen on his spot, a genuine smile forming on his swollen lips.

« I'm coming for you, love » he mumbled and joined the showers.

Little did he know you were in the next shower cabin and you discovered it when you both went out of the shower at the same time, a towel wrapped around your body and holding it carefully while Newt opened the door of the shower and stepped out. He stopped dead in his track and got a better hold of the towel hanging loosely around his hips when he saw you. You could glance the beautiful « V » of his hips and you blushed at the sight, noticing the invisible but definitely prominent abs and his skin glistening with water drops.