You 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 CollinsAnd here I am, strapped into a tree, a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the games.
Suzanne Collins