Mr. Cure ~ Thomas x reader x Newt (book 3)

Part 18: Guilt

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"Anyways, I gotta go. We have a big day tomorrow and I have an idea."

"Back to your fiancée huh?"
He speaks in a teasing tone.

"Yeah and what do you think you are?"

"Hmm, you tell me."

"Not happening."

"Your secret lover?" He asks.

"Sure, something like that."

"And what if he finds out?"

"He won't." I walk back to mine and Thomas's tent.
Leaving Newt with his own thoughts.

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I walk into the tent to find Thomas laying face down, without his shirt on.

"Thomas?"

"Hmm."

"You okay?"

"Yeah just tired."

I get an idea, I sit down next to him at first. Then I climb on him, hovering over him. Not putting any weight down, I start rubbing his back.

He turns his head to the side, smiling. Then he speaks, "We have a better plan."

"Yeah? What's that?" I ask,

"We're going to the city, not straight to WICKED."

"Why?"

"To find her, Teresa."

"Thomas I understand she's your sister but she~"

"No, it's not like that. We're going to trick her, I'll meet her there and Gally and Brenda take care of the rest." He speaks.

"Okay but what will I do?"

"Wait with Jorge and I guess Newt because he's staying behind." He scoffs.
Then he speaks again, "y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Are you sure you don't have feelings for him anymore?" He questions with a sad look.

This would be the time to bring it up, me liking him, loving him. The pregnancy. But I couldn't,
Thomas would hate me.

"Of course not Tommy, why would you think that?"

I get off of him as he turns around, facing me,
he sits up too.

"I don't know I'm just feeling like you haven't been around me as much anymore, since the day you got back, we've been less and less together."

"Look at me, I love you. Only you."
I lied. I faked a smile for him. Of course I loved Thomas but the hard part was, I loved Newt too.

He kisses me softly, I kiss back.

He lays me back and climbs on top of me, all the while his lips don't leave mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close.

That night was full of love, passion...
Regret and guilt.

The sex was amazing as always.
But my mind couldn't stop thinking,
Was I hurting him? Yes.
Physically? Maybe not.
Mentally, when he finds out, yes.

I couldn't keep this up forever, one day I know I'll have to choose, I've just been pushing it off.

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