[That brings a real smile to her face. She remembers their first kiss. Remembers almost hearing Haymitch's voice in the back of her mind: "You call that a kiss?" That kiss had been the desperate attempt of a girl to beat the odds and get both her and the boy she had arrived in the Capitol with home. Alive. It hadn't meant much then, not to her. The kiss was a ploy to snare the audience's attention.
This kiss isn't.
Her chuckles are muffled as she presses her lips happily and easily against his. Does he know how much she loves him? She hopes so. And does her best to express so in a kiss.]
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This kiss isn't.
Her chuckles are muffled as she presses her lips happily and easily against his. Does he know how much she loves him? She hopes so. And does her best to express so in a kiss.]