"I love you so much, (Y/N)." His voice was husky and his breaths puffed against my skin. "So bloody good."
We continued kissing until the rooster crowed a few minutes later. The runners would have left by now and the other gladers were starting their day. Reluctantly, we pulled apart after the rooster's second round of crowing. 
"You know, I hate to end this now." Slowly, I ran my hand down his bare chest, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his warm skin and firm muscles underneath. I pressed my lips to the underside of his jaw where I knew he liked it; his sweet spot. "But, if we don't leave now, we'll be late for breakfast."
His hand traveled under my loose nightshirt and rested on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him while the other caressed my cheek. His thumb brushed against the corner of my mouth, subtly directing me to look up. There was so much longing in his sweet, doe eyes. Eyes that held a wisdom and strength far beyond his years. I could easily get lost in them forever, swimming in the chocolate and honey swirls with the support of his strong arms around me.
Unable to restrain ourselves, our lips met in another fiery, impassioned kiss. His grip on me tightened and my hands found their way into his sleep-mussed hair, pulling him even closer, and exploring every inch of his skin. We sped up, not even stopping to breathe, too desperate to pull apart. 
Newt's touch was tantalizing, sending electric jolts up and down my body that was both invigorating and pleasurable. The way his fingernails lightly scraped across my skin and how his lips felt against mine couldn't be described. Both were intoxicating, always leaving me wanting more.
I stood on my tiptoes, but I still wasn't at the appropriate height so he dipped down and put his arm under my thighs, lifting me so our faces were closer together. I wrapped my legs around his waist to secure my position and wrapped my arms around his neck.
Eventually, we pulled apart to breathe, panting against each other's mouths. Neither of us let go, unwilling to relinquish the closeness we shared. 
I dropped my head onto his shoulder as the adrenaline faded from my veins and the post-makeout drowsiness set in. "Damn, that felt good."
"It certainly did," Newt panted, a satisfied smirk on his face. "We should do that more often." 
"Definitely." I placed one last chaste kiss on his sweet lips before searching for my clothes that were somewhere. My dumb ass better have brought some in here, I fretted to myself. I started storing some of my clothes in Newt's room after we began sleeping together, but I couldn't find any of my shirts.
Newt quickly got dressed then watched me pillage his room with a goofy smirk on his face. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Missin' somethin?'"
"No," I huffed sarcastically, which only served to amuse him more. I gestured to my outfit which was complete sans a shirt. "I can't find any of my fucking shirts."
"I think they're being laundered. Yesterday and today are the days the sloppers do laundry."
"Oh, fuck!" Of course, I forgot. The sloppers did laundry once every other week, which was unfortunate for my nostrils but more practical considering there were fifty people in the Glade. I'd hate to be the one that collected the dirty clothing. My nose scrunched up at the thought.
"Here." Newt took off his hoodie and handed it to me, leaving him in a brown tank top and jeans, which revealed his lithe muscles and accentuated his wiry frame.
Tearing my eyes from Newt's exquisite body I slipped on his hoodie. It was too long, the bottom nearly reached my knees, and was slightly too big at the shoulders. But it was comfortable, and the thin, cotton fabric felt heavenly against my skin. It even smelled like him!