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A rundown of last night’s events.
- At midnight when everyone is trash drunk, Jacob proposed a game of Spin the Bottle.
- Everyone surprisingly agreed.
- Newt and Tina were shoved playfully inside a closet.
- They kissed.
The cold draft immediately woke Newt up. The bright light from his phone reminded him that it's already 5 in the morning--which gives him two more hours of sleep before his creatures start their feeding. He was about to reach for the blanket when he felt that it was underneath someone.
Tina.
She’s lying on her side, only her back is facing Newt. He sighed, knowing that if he tried to pull the blanket, she would wake up. And after all the alcohol and fun they had last night, that’s the last thing he wanted to happen.
Fully awake, he turned to his side and absorbed the sight in front of him. Tina is sleeping beside him. Breathing and slightly snoring beside him. This ‘interaction’ might mean nothing to others because they’re not even cuddling, but for him, this is enough. Who would have thought that watching someone sleep could be an intimate thing? Even without seeing her face, their current situation is comforting.
I could stare at her back all day, he thought as he watched her slow breaths.
It took all his will not to stroke her smooth, raven hair.
Newt’s thoughts drifted to last night’s kiss. In his ideal world, Newt won’t kiss her in a dusty closet while their drunk friends cheer them on. Instead, he would kiss her at sunset, complete with a picnic along the coast in Dorset. They would enjoy watching the waves, have a laugh, and maybe take a walk hand-in-hand. Happily in love together with their creatures. Dougal on her hip as she feed the occamies, Pickett and the other bowtruckles chirping happily when she visits their tree, the niffler resting on her lap...
His musings were cut off when Tina called him.
“Newt?”
“Yes?” Newt answered.
“Are you awake?”
“Yes.”
Finally, they were facing each other. Newt smiled as he looked at Tina, who’s struggling to keep her eyes open. After a few moments of fighting sleep, she lied on her back and closed her eyes.
“Can we try it again?” Tina sleepily asked, her eyes still closed.
“Try what again?”
“I want to kiss you properly. If that’s okay.”
Newt's expression changed from amusement to disbelief. Did he hear her correct? His throat was suddenly dry, but thank Merlin he managed to croak out something. “Y-You did fine, Tina.”
Tina groaned in disagreement. “When I wake up later, I will kiss you again and again and again…” Then, she moved closer to him, forcing his back to lie flat on the bed. Tina placed her head on his chest and steady breaths were heard.
As if on cue, Newt wrapped his arm protectively around her.
“I’ll wait,” Newt whispered, closing his eyes.