Talk that, walk that, tear the place up, work that, my damn eyes are on ya. You got something all the girls want and I just want to get to know ya. All I know is I’m loving that frame, everything about you drives me insane. You shine like a star.
If you die, and I live, there’s no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You’re my whole life. I would never be happy again.
This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.