Голодные игры
Chapter 22
Infact,he’sprobablycursingmeoutrightnowfordroppingtheballduringsuchanemotionallychargedmoment.ButPeetasomehowcatchesit.
"ThenI’lljusthavetofillintheblanksmyself,"hesays,andmovesintome.
Thisisthefirstkissthatwe’rebothfullyawareof.Neitherofushobbledbysicknessorpainorsimplyunconscious.Ourlipsneitherburningwithfeveroricycold.ThisisthefirstkisswhereIactuallyfeelstirringinsidemychest.Warmandcurious.Thisisthefirstkissthatmakesmewantanother.
ButIdon’tgetit.Well,Idogetasecondkiss,butit’sjustalightoneonthetipofmynosebecausePeeta’sbeendistracted."Ithinkyourwoundisbleedingagain.Comeon,liedown,it’sbedtimeanyway,"hesays.
Mysocksaredryenoughtowearnow.ImakePeetaputhisjacketbackon.Thedampcoldseemstocutrightdowntomybones,sohemustbehalffrozen.Iinsistontakingthefirstwatch,too,althoughneitherofusthinkit’slikelyanyonewillcomeinthisweather.Buthewon’tagreeunlessI’minthebag,too,andI’mshiveringsohardthatit’spointlesstoobject.Instarkcontrasttotwonightsago,whenIfeltPeetawasamillionmilesaway,I’mstruckbyhisimmediacynow.Aswesettlein,hepullsmyheaddowntousehisarmasapillow,theotherrestsprotectivelyovermeevenwhenhegoestosleep.Noonehasheldmelikethisinsuchalongtime.SincemyfatherdiedandIstoppedtrustingmymother,nooneelse’sarmshavemademefeelthissafe.
