“then she have him a kiss. not a peck. a real kiss on the lips, with hints of peaches and powder. the feel of her mouth, soft and warm against his own, sent sensations surging through his body. rather than pulling back, he held her even tighter as the taste and touch of her made his head spin. so this was what people were talking about! this was what made them so crazy! when they finally broke apart, he drew a deep breath, as if surfacing from the depths. lucy gray’s lashes fluttered open, and the look in her eyes matched his own. they simultaneously leaned in for another kiss when the peacekeepers laid hands on her and led her away.”
- the ballad of song birds and snakes, chapter 13
i adore suzanne collins writing
