I want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you. -Peeta Mellark

He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.

A leather bag filled with food and a flask of hot tea.

I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.

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

it is a perfect weapon