Yeah, about that,โ says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. โDonโt try something like that again.โ โOr what?โ I ask. โOr . . . or . . .โ He canโt think of anything good. โJust give me a minute.
Suzanne CollinsGo to sleep," he says softly. His hand brushes the lose strands of my hair off my forehead. Unlike the staged kisses and caresses so far, this gesture seems natural and comforting. I don't want him to stop and he doesn't. He's still stroking my hair when I fall asleep.
Suzanne CollinsBut I have to confess, I'm glad you two had at least a few months of happiness together." I'm not glad," says Peeta. "I wish we had waited until the whole thing was done officially." This takes even Caesar aback. "Surely even a brief time is better than no time?" Maybe I'd think that, too, Caesar," says Peeta bitterly, "If it weren't for the baby.
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