So we both strip off our boots and socks and, while there’s some improvement, I could swear he’s making an effort to snap every branch we encounter

hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home," I say. "Katniss, I live three houses away from you," he says.

Just the sound of his voice twists my stomach into a knot of unpleasant emotions like guilt, sadness and fear. And longing. I might as well admit there’s some of that too.

I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?

While I was waiting...I ate your lunch.

I cover my face with my arms because this isn't happening. It isn't possible. For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me . . . no one can do that.

Yes, it's your fault I'm alive.