I can see the first apple teetering when I let the third arrow go, catching the torn flap and ripping it from the bag. For a moment, everything seems frozen in time. Then the apples spill to the ground and I'm blown backward into the air.
Suzanne CollinsYou would think after all the hours Iโd spent with Galeโ watching him talk and laugh and frownโ that I would know all there was to know about his lips. But I hadnโt imagined how warm they would feel pressed against my own. Or how those hands [...] could entrap meโฆ I vaguely remember my fingers, curled tightly closed, resting on his chest.
Suzanne Collins