So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”
“
| — | Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins |
“You have a… remarkable memory,” I say haltingly.
“I remember everything about you,” says Peeta, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention.”
“I am now,” I say.
“Well I don’t have much competition here,” he says.
I want to draw away, to close those shutters again, but I know I can’t. It’s as if I can hear Haymitch whispering in my ear, “Say it! Say it!”
I swallow hard and get the words out. “You don’t have much competition anywhere.” And this time, it’s me who leans in.
“
| — | The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins |
