Snippet of Chapter 2 of “Running From You”
You write slow."
Thomas didn’t even look up from his paper.
"I'm writing at a normal speed."
"Mhm."
Thomas ignored him.
A few seconds later...
He felt something brush against the side of his hand. He frowned.
Then—
A finger hooked around his pinky.
Thomas froze.
His pencil stopped moving completely.
Slowly...
He looked down.
Newt's pinky was casually intertwined with his.
Like it happened every day.
Thomas's brain completely shut off.
"N-Newt..." he whispered.
"Hm?" Newt answered without even looking away from the board.
"...What are you doing?"
Newt finally glanced down.
"Oh."
He gave Thomas's pinky the tiniest squeeze.
"Nothin'."
Thomas looked at him like he'd completely lost his mind.
"You can't just hold my hand."
"I'm not."
"Our fingers are literally intertwined."
"Barely."
Thomas tried pulling away.
Newt only held on for another second before letting go, grinning to himself.
"There."
Thomas immediately tucked both hands under the desk like that would somehow protect him.
His face burned. His ears burned. Everything burned.
He couldn't even remember what equation they were on anymore.
Newt noticed immediately. His grin somehow got even bigger.
"Bloody hell..."
Thomas refused to look at him.
"What?"
"You've gone all red again."
"I have not."
"You absolutely have."
