“I find myself wrapped in his arms. His lips brushing the faded bruises on my neck, working their way to my mouth.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Nonetheless, after we've dropped off the birds and volunteered to go back to the woods to gather kindling for the evening fire,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me. Or i'll… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
