“I hadn't fallen through his arms. He was ripped from mine.”
“He rips his mouth from mine as he growls, "Mine. Only mine. Only. Ever. Mine," still slamming into me, pounding me against the wall.”
“What do you think?" I whisper to Peeta. "About the fire?" "I'll rip off your cape if you'll rip off mine," he says through gritted teeth.”
“But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you.”
“I popped out of a bamboo, fallen from the sky.Leave no leaf ripped, don't you ruin the nature.It makes me bitter, remembering inhuman past.”
“His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.”