Cato's Room – 8:00 PM
"No, we need to get the District Four girl in our alliance!" I say, glaring at Cato.
"She's not a good fighter! We don't need any weak links!" He argues back.
"She's not weak, and she's a tracker, Cato! She can help us track down the boy from 11!"
"She'll put us in danger," he says.
"Listen here you airhead, stop being so damn stubborn and actually think for once," I say, rolling my eyes.
"Don't talk to me like that, Clove."
"I'll do what the hell I please, thank you."
Cato runs a hand through his hair. "Damn you!" Cato's hands lock around my wrists and my back comes in contact with the wall. Cato holds my arms above my head.
"Get off me," I say through clenched teeth.
"What's wrong, Clover?" He asks mockingly. He lowers his face close to mine. "Do you feel defenseless? Scared?"
"Go to hell," I answer.
"Babe. You really shouldn't speak to me that way," he says, pressing his weight against me as I try to fight my way away from him.
His face is inches from mine and his blue eyes are just infuriating. I lean my face forward and bite down hard on his bottom lip, drawing blood.
Cato grunts in pain and licks the blood off, but makes no move to release me.
"I will break you, asshole."
"So," Cato starts, tightening his grip, "you like it rough, then?"
I entwist my left leg around his and hoist myself up. I wrap both legs around Cato's waist. I try bringing my elbow to his nose with all my force, but Cato is stronger than me,
"You know, if someone walked in they'd probably get the wrong impression," Cato says.
"Fall off a cliff," I answer.
Cato chuckles. "How does it feel?" Cato asks, his eyes surveying me. "To be helpless."
I don't answer. I've given up on trying to fight him.
Cato leans down and kisses the place where my neck and shoulder meet.
"Don't touch me," I say, anger coursing through me.
Cato smirks and kisses across my collarbone, earning a shiver out of me.
"Cato, stop. Now. This isn't funny. I've had enough."
"I haven't," he whispers, moving his lips to my throat. "You know," he says, "I should get you back on that bite." I feel teeth graze my throat and I stay completely still. Then his lips were on my skin again. And I didn't fight back when he starting sucking under my jaw. It didn't fill me up with anger anymore.
"Cato," I whisper, "let go."
Cato looks up and smirks mischievously. "What's wrong, Clove? You like being in control?"
That was true. I did like being in control. But I wasn't, at the moment. Even when Cato's grip became loose. Because Cato kissed the corner of my lips. It wasn't much; our lips barely touched, but it was magnetizing. And I knew in that moment I wouldn't be able to stop until I tasted them again.
"What do you want Clove?" Cato asks. He knows. He has to. He has to see how much I crave his touch. But there was something about his voice. He sounded a little desperate too.
"I want you to let go of my arms."
Cato's eyes flash with an unknown emotion, but he does release my wrists. He doesn't however, release the force holding me against the wall. I slowly unwrap my legs from his waist.
"What do you want, Cato?" I ask.
Cat runs a thumb across my lips. I grab his hand, but don't move it.
"Do I make you nervous, baby?" He asks, resting one hand on my hip.
"Immensely," I answer honestly.
Cato smirks. But so do I. I run my hand down his chest, stopping right under his belly button. His eyes widen the slightest bit and I pick up that I have the same effect on him. My hand travels lower and I unbutton his pants.
"What are you doing?" He asks, trying to gain some of his old confidence.
"Don't worry," I whisper, unzipping his pants and slowly letting them fall to the floor.
"Clove?"
"Don't talk."
I get rid of the shirt too and Cato seems nervous.
"I was right, then."
"What?" He asks.
"I make you nervous too."
"That's untrue," he says.
My fingers find the waistband of his underwear and he changes his answer.
"A little."
I smirk. "I win."
Cato ignores me. "I'm going to try something."
I don't get time to answer before his lips are mashed against mine. The feeling in the pit of my stomach grows. It's like my lungs are filled with toxin and the antidote can only be found in his kiss.
My clothes find their way to the ground and I find myself being carried to the bed. I've never felt like this. I've never been with him like this, but something about the way our bodies fit together felt natural.
After it all, I laid against Cato, no layers to get between us anymore.
"We aren't supposed to feel this way," Cato says, stroking across my ribcage.
"It'll die with one of us," I whisper, tucking my head into the crook of his neck.
That's where our problem began…
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