angel-lowe

Peeta felt her warm breath tickle his neck. She was lying on his chest. He would never tire of the beautiful weight atop him. She was slim and light but there was a substance there that was potent. He woke his limbs so that he might hold her tight. The arm that was already draped over her back, he wrapped and pulled her closer to him. He heard her sigh and make a young contented sound, a cross between a bird and cat somehow. He loved that sound more than anything else in the world. It was that sound that he recalled one morning when they were finally together and everything they had been through over. He recalled the pains and tribulations.

The next morning, I re-dressed in my old clothes and went out of my room to the court yard. I decided I should at least warm up before the battle between twenty-eight other people. I first ran for ten minutes, taking a short break to get some water. My normal exercise routine involved my Ipod, where I would rock out to Mammut. But seeing as I didn't bring it along, listening to nature while training was an odd experience for me. In my mid-crunch, Callon stood at my feet. I stopped; puzzled that he was even near me. "You know, I least expected a girl to train, especially you. You seem the type to look like you know what you're doing, but you