And then, when he’s been underwater so long I feel certain he’s drowned, his head pops up right next to me and I start. “Don’t do that,” I say. “What? Come up or stay under?” he says. “Either. Neither. Whatever

Peeta?" I creep along the bank. "Well, don't step on me.

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.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

That was the first time I ever saw him smile. It transformed him from someone menacing to someone you wished you knew.

I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite.

How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?