Suzanne Collins
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He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. I love you. That's why. ✨ Suzanne Collins (2010). Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games), p.96, Scholastic Inc.

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