"Those two together are like hot sex."
IMAGINE PEETA’S SOFT SMILE WHEN KATNISS SAYS “I’M NOT GOING TO BE A PIECE IN THEIR GAME” AND HE JUST LOOKS AT HER WITH SO MUCH ADMIRATION AND LOVE
|The Hunger Games:||“Go to sleep,” he says softly. His hand brushes the loose 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.
|Mockingjay:||“There’s still time. You should sleep.” Unresisting, he lies back down, but just stares at the needle on one of the dials as it twitches from side to side. Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hand stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn’t recoil. So I continue to gently smooth back his hair. It’s the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena.
"I am so tired Lionsgate."
Peeta is no longer the boy who bravely faced the 74th Hunger Games, but a true Capitol hero.