The sunlight hits him hard as he exits the Council Hall. One leg after another he moves himself closer to the Homestead across the Glade. He needs to be alone. He needs to calm down. He needs to stop thinking of the ghost of Newt’s fingers on his neck, on his back, his waist.
Thomas needs a lot of things.
Adult. Read Fingerprints by Tattered_Dreams first, then enjoy this delicious bit of mild D/s smut. There isn’t enough happy Glade fic for these two.