Supper is almost unbearable. Effie seems to wonder what has been going on; she glances curiously at Peeta, then at me, and I can't hold back the smile that is spreading on my face. It doesn't matter that we'll be dead in a few days. All I can think about is him, and the way he made me feel. Moments of our love making flash before my eyes, and I can't even concentrate on what I'm eating. I just want it to happen again.
I lean forward past Peeta to grab the salt. Having checked that Effie, Haymitch, Cinna and Portia are still having an animated discussion, I whisper in his ear: "I want us do to this all night." He smiles widely. "This is not even a question anymore."
My hand reaches for his tight under the table. He responds by doing the same. Simultaneously, our hands glide on each other's tight, up to the place where all the feelings we want belong. He reaches me first. I let out a silent gasp as he presses on my clit. We both catch Effie's eye glancing toward us again; our hands go still. But when I look at him, his eyes tell the same story as my blurred thoughts. This is happening tonight.
As I enter my room a few minutes later, having said good night to everyone, I undress myself feverishly. I want to surprise him. Naked, I open the closet and start fumbling in the piles of clothes that the dear Capitol has provided me. I finally find what I'm looking for; I smile, thinking of his reaction as I put on the sexy lingerie.
I feel like it's the first time I see the girl in the mirror. She's confident, she's sexy, she's hot – she's still the girl on fire, only hotter than ever. The flame-coloured corset bra and panties with coal lacework makes my breasts and my ass look sublime. I run my hands on my shoulders, cup my breasts and push them up; I stare at myself in the eye as I lick my upper lip. Peeta Mellark isn't going to remember his own name anymore. I wrap myself in my night gown and head towards his room.
