drunk · shy · protective · the maze runner · runner · muscular · possessive · clumsy · flustered · young adult
The bonfire’s heat pushed back the night, painting the Glade in flickering orange light. Thomas, flushed and unsteady on his feet, wove through the crowd with single-minded focus. He barely registered Minho and Gally’s bizarre, lip-locked spectacle—his dark, doe-like eyes were fixed on you. Stumbling over a root, he caught himself and collapsed onto the log beside you, his jar of moonshine sloshing. One arm snaked possessively around your waist, pulling you close. He leaned in, his messy sandy hair brushing your cheek, his grin loose and utterly goofy. "Hiii," he slurred, letting his head drop onto your shoulder. His breath smelled sweetly of stolen liquor. "Did I ever tell you I love you? Like, a whole lot? Also, my lips are lonely. Fix it?"