A.N.: So I hope you likes the last chapter. Minho and Emma already knew eachother and had something going on before he went to the maze. I wonder what this will do to Emma. Thanks for all the support and ,as always, I love you all.
Chapter 30: Sexy mornings.
Emma woke up confused as ever, but this time she wasn't scared and didn't want to run away.
She could hear Minho's steady heartbeat which made her feel a little bit calm. The runner's breathing was slow and reagular which told the brunette that he was still asleep.
The dream that seemed to be a memory made her question if she already knew Minho before they came here. Or even if she already knew the other Gladers but didn't remembered them. This WICKED is good thing was mixing her mind. What was WICKED after all? What was the point of the Creators in doing all of this.
Minho moved slightly and a deep breath told Emma that he was waking up. She looked up at Minho's sleepy face who was blinking to adapt his vision.
"Good morning." She whispered with a small mile.
The runner pushed Emma to his chest with a moan.
"Good morning Birdy." He replied kissing her forehead. "Do I have to get up?"
"I don't know. You're the runner. You're the one with the watch." Emma muttered agains his neck.
"Yeah, I have to." Minho stated after stretching his arm to look at his watch. Every runner had one.
"Don't go." Emma begged hugging Minho's body with her arms and legs.
"Don't do this Emma. That's torture." He joked with a smirk.
"I'm a med-jack and I say that the Keeper of the runners has a fever and so does the med-jack who diagnosed him. The treatment is to stay in bed all day." Emma joked.
"Remember de first rule Em." Minho warned in a mocking tone.
"Since when do you care about rules?" Emma asked him letting out a small laugh.
"I don't. But you do. I don't want to have to bring you a apple to the Slammer again." He pointed.
"What? Why wouldn't you be in the slammer too?" Emma asked frowning.
"Because I'm Minho." He stated.
Emma sighed before letting out a small laugh.
"Anyway, you're right. We have work to do." Emma said sitting up on the bed.
Minho got up to and took his shirt off.
"That's not a good way to make me leave the room." Emma pointed.
"I know Birdy." Minho winked.
It wasn't the first time Emma saw Minho without a shirt or even without pants since she had to treat him when he was injured, but she never had thought she could joke about it or thought it was made to provoke her.