They barely make it to her hut as Newt spends at least ten minutes wondering what to do with the used condom because they refuse to throw it into the ocean or leave it on the beach.

"I'll just come back for it tomorrow," he mumbles.

Later they stop midway, even though, it's cold because Newt tells her he can warm her up and who is she to refuse? So they spend thirty minutes just wrapped around each other before he cups her through her jeans and she's a goner.

"Newt," she whimpers when he takes it away. He does it only to slip it back after he stumbles to unzip her jeans.

She grinds onto his palm, and he flips her clit with his thumb until she comes, juices pool in her panties. Teresa's knees go even weaker as she watched him lick his hand cleanIs there something not sexual about this man?

Next time they stop after reaching the camp. They are still in the forest when Teresa notices a conspicuous bulge in his pants and decides to take care of it. Instead, he slams her against the nearest tree with her back to his chest.

"Keep quiet," he doesn't add that he will stop if she doesn't comply, but despite that, she takes the order seriously. If anyone heard them, it would become quite embarrassing and difficult in a matter of heartbeats.

She braces herself, one palm holding onto a branch, the other against a tree as he enters her.

DELIGHTFUL - she thinks as he gives her time to adjust with a slow pace. Their pants are at their knees making every move that much difficult, but she doesn't care as long as his movements become harder and faster. With a hand on her back, he pushes her lower, at the same time kissing her spine and mumbling, "You're such a good girl."

She doesn't know why it affects her so much, but her hips buckle nonetheless.

Teresa wakes up to a familiar warmth and bare skin burning under her hand and cheek.

"Hi," she says to him, seeing his eyes open slowly. He looks down at her with a soft smile.

"Hi."He pecks her forehead. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah." She wants to ask him why this time he stayed. Words die on her tongue, and instead, she kisses him full on the mouth.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"So?" He grins and kisses her.

While she takes a shower - because she hates it when her hair is greasy, and now it is greasy and filled with sand - Newt goes back to get changed. She's supposed to meet him at a canteen, but she ain't sure sitting at the same table with their friends is a good idea. After all, they haven't told anyone about their... arrangement, and she doesn't exactly want it to slip out. What would Tom think of her, if he found out, is the only thing she can think about.

God, what she wouldn't do to get a moment with him alone. It's been a while since they had a chance to talk. She blames Brenda and her constant presence. Teresa hates everytime she sees Brenda lean on Tom's muscular shoulder, and resents the thought of them together in any way - and she knows exactly they are together in every way.

The thought itself makes her cringe - along with the water which has turned cold - and she almost runs out of the shower.

Instead of going to the canteen, as she told Newt she would, she heads straight to work - not only does Tom have her obsessed with him but also ironically with her work.

Moroseness keeps her from focusing which is noticed rather quickly by Penny and Amy. Perforce she tells them it must be the weather that makes her dizzy. Whether they buy it or not, remains a mystery Teresa doesn't care to solve. They try to get her to talk - gossip really - and convince her to join them for lunch. She politely refuses and stays behind to enjoy more of her book.

The austere silence she has comfortably stayed in for a while is interrupted suddenly by a light knock. She still manages to drop her book in surprise when her eyes find Newt's.

"Hello," 'h' barely rolls off of his tongue, but she catches it.

"Hi..." she says with a raised eyebrow, "What are you doing here?"

"Well,..." He scratches the back of his neck, while the other rests behind his back. "We were supposed to have breakfast together, but you bailed on me, and now you don't even go to lunch, so..." He reveals a plate from behind him. "I thought I'd bring you some."

"Oh, thanks." She takes the meal from him in gratitude.

"Bad day, huh?" He takes a seat next to her as he watches her struggle with eating. She almost says yes, until flashbacks of the previous night appear in front of her eyes and she bites her tongue - she wouldn't want to hurt his pride.

"You just wore me out."

"Eat up then. Will give ya more energy." So she does even though, she really isn't that hungry. "You sure you're okay?" She's dizzy and shivers slightly every now and then, but she tells him that 'of course she is okay'. It doesn't convince him, but he lets her finish the food - which ferociously burns her throat - before he takes her cheeks in his unbelievably huge palms and rocks her head back and forth until she admits it does hurt.

"It must be a cold," Newt whispers to himself.

"You're no doctor," Teresa contradicts.

"You technically are, so as the one you should know that best thing to do is go straight to bed." In the end, she simply follows his lead, leaving a short note for her co-workers.

Halfway to her hut, she lets Newt carry, but only so she could steal some of his warmth - and his skin feels like he's on fire against hers, when in reality that is exactly what he could tell her.

He lays her on her bed, and it's the first time it's nonsexual - she doubted she would live to see the day - and it's somehow so gentle and sweet, and caring; she would melt if she wasn't so cold.

"Stay with me?" she whispers, her voice husky and quiet.

"Of course."

"Do you want me to read to you?" With her eyes already closed, she nods with a grin. He takes the same book she dropped back at the infirmary and opens it at a marked page.

'While enjoying a month of fine weather at the sea-coast, I was

thrown into the company of a most fascinating creature: a real

goddess in my eyes, as long as she took no notice of me. I 'never

told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest

idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: she understood

me at last, and looked a return - the sweetest of all imaginable

looks. And what did I do? I confess it with shame - shrunk icily

into myself, like a snail; at every glance retired colder and

farther; till finally the poor innocent was led to doubt her own

senses, and, overwhelmed with confusion at her supposed mistake,

persuaded her mamma to decamp. By this curious turn of disposition

I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how

undeserved, I alone can appreciate.'

When she wakes up with Newt already gone and she wonders how long she's been asleep.

"Finally!" she hears a high-pitched voice. It's Amy with her arms raised, relief placed on her face - Teresa doubts her well-being caused it.

"Hi? What time is it?" Teresa rasps. "What are you doing here anyway?" Her throat feels lite it was on fire. She looks around for anything to drink, but her head hurts too badly, and she rests it against the pillow again.

"We found your note and we've been taking turns to see if you were getting better." That's kind of sweet actually.

"Thanks. Do we have some water or tea around?"

"Oh, yeah. Michael brought it with him - I barely kicked him out of here."

"Okay?"

"He was so worried about you! Don't you think that's cute?"

"I... I guess? Can you give me that water?"

"Oh, right!" Teresa's too tired to keep her eyes open, so she waits for Amy to bring her the beverage. "Sleepyhead!" She raises herself on her elbows and takes the bottle of water into her hands. "Anyway, he was so worried!"

"So?" she asks after swallowing.

"Well, shouldn't you be... I dunno appreciative? He clearly has a crush for you."

"Well, I don't, so..." The silent doesn't last too long, Amy's too impatient.

"So, you're not interested because you're hooking up with someone else?"

"I'm just not interested."

"So you are hooking up with someone!" she exclaims like a detective who has just solved a case.

"Amy, not that I mind, but I want to sleep."

"C'mon! Who is it?" she pushed. Teresa sighed heavily and put the bottle away.

"What about you, Amy? Hooking up with someone?" Teresa laid back down on her bed, preparing herself for the longest of talks.