14. Heartbeat

Weeks passed since I woke up. My shoulder was healed, but it still hurt like hell.

I was finally falling into a grove here with the Right Arm.

Every other day, I would help Frypan in the kitchen. And on the days I wasn't helping him, I was helping Thomas and Newt work out all the little details of our plan to get Minho back.

"It will work," Thomas said to Vince.

"Oh I know it will," Vince smirked.

Newt grabbed my hand and nodded his head towards the door.

I smiled and followed him out. Sparks still happened from his touch and I felt myself blushing.

"Walk with me?" He asked and I was more than happy to agree.

We walked along the beach, listening to the sounds of the waves.

"Tell me about your life," Newt requested.

I smile. "Umm I was born on Valentines day. My mother was raising us three kids when it all happened. I was only five when I was taken by WCKD. After I escaped. I traveled around for a while until a group found me. Somehow, after two years Brenda and me were reunited. Jorge took us both in and well you can probably guess the rest."

He nodded and put his arm around me. "What is your favorite color?"

I laughed at his question. "Dark green, like the forest. What about you?"

"The color of your eyes," he turned to me and smirked.

I rolled my eyes at his cheesy response, but couldn't help but blush.

I stood on my tippy toes and kissed his lips.

He froze for a second before he moved in sync with mine and pushed his fingers into my hair.

This was the perfect kiss. Full of passion, lust, and need.

I smiled as we pulled away and I led him back to his room. It was beginning to get dark and I didn't want to be out this late.

Once we got into his room, I made him turn around and undressed, putting on of his shirts on to sleep in.

He smiled when I gave him the okay to look. "It looks better on you."

I blushed and looked at my toes.

He stepped forward and pulled my chin up. "Are you blushing?" He asked.

"No," I snapped. "It is just hot in here."

He chuckled and pulled me into the bed.

We laid there, not talking. We just enjoyed each others company. In a world like this, company was the best thing a person could have.

Newt fell asleep before me and I watched him sleep.

Not in a creepy way, but in an admiring way.

The way his chest rose and fell. The way he had a line between his eyebrows from intense thinking. Even the way his jaw was so square.

This man was absolutely perfect. I put my head on his chest and closed my eyes, listening to his heart beat as I drifted off.