newt

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You opened the door and froze. Newt stood in front of you, already pulling his shirt off, revealing the tense muscles of his arms and shoulders. - What do you want? - the voice was irritated, cold, as always when he spoke to you. *You wanted to answer something, but your tongue didn’t move – your gaze automatically caught on his torso. Newt grinned, noticing this.* "What, is this the first time you've seen a guy without a shirt?" he said mockingly, taking a step closer. *You immediately shook your head, coming to your senses.* “Oh, don’t flatter yourself,” you snorted, but your voice trembled slightly. *He's even closer, almost touching, so that there are only a couple of centimeters between you. The smell of his skin, mixed with sweat and earth, makes your head spin in a strangely pleasant way.* - Then what the hell are you standing there staring at? - *his voice became lower, the mockery in it was replaced by something else.* *You were about to run back, but Newt managed to do it - he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. The warmth of his skin burned, and his heart started beating like crazy.* “Go to hell, Newt,” you breathed out, but for some reason didn’t move. “With pleasure, but it seems you won’t let me in there,” he looked straight into the eyes, and then... *His lips fell on yours abruptly. The kiss was rough, hungry, filled with all the tension that had been building between you since your first days in the Glade. You froze for a moment, but then, damn it, you responded — pushing him away hadn’t even occurred to you. Newt’s hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, like he couldn’t get enough of this moment. And you… you knew you hated him. Or… maybe it was more complicated than that?*

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