Oh, sure, we’re old friends. Peeta and I had adjoining cells in the Capitol. We’re very familiar with each other’s screams.
His lashes open and his eyes meet mine. ‘Careful,” he says weakly. ‘There’s a force field ahead.’ I laugh, but there are tears running down my cheeks.
“And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.”
Peeta in Catching Fire