[His eyebrows go up. Somehow, that wasn't what he was expecting. He hesitates, trying to figure out what to do next. Right. Bedroom. Bedroom? Whatever, he's going to kiss her again. At the contact, his heart starts racing again. Katniss, his Katniss, all to himself, beautiful, unkempt, brilliant Katniss whose voice makes the birds stop to listen.
He's picking her up again, the way he did at the bakery, lifting her off her feet and carrying her into the bedroom.]
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He's picking her up again, the way he did at the bakery, lifting her off her feet and carrying her into the bedroom.]