“Is it okay to kiss you?” he asks.“What?”“I won’t get struck by lightning?”

“Tucker: Is it okay to kiss you?Clara: What?Tucker: I won't get struck by lightning?Clara: (laughs) No lightning.”

“Struck by lightning! Struck by lightning!”

“What about Gale?""He's not a bad kisser either," I say shortly. "And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?" He asks. "No. It wasn't okay with either of you. But I wasn't asking your permission," I tell him. Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. "Well, you're a piece of work, aren't you?”

“I sent a quick text to Adrian: I have a hickey! You can’t ever kiss me again. I honestly hadn’t expected him to be awake this early, so I was surprised to get a response: Okay. I won’t kiss you on your neck again.So typical of him. No! You can’t ever kiss me ANYWHERE. You said you were going to keep your distance.I’m trying, he wrote back. But you won’t keep your distance from me.I didn’t dignify that with a response.”

“I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.”