You know, I think this is the first time we've ever done anything normal together.
The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest down through my body out along my arms and legs to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me the kisses have the opposite effect of making my need greater.
Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.
Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.
You're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control.
If my holding out those berries was an act of temporary insanity, then those people will embrace insanity too.