But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.

I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.

Maybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don't care. I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good.

I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss

Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. “I can’t,” he says.

Let the Seventy-forth Hunger Games begin, Cato, I think. Let them begin for real.

Besides, it's the first gift that's always the hardest to pay back. I wouldn't even have been here to do it if you hadn't helped me then.