The first day there was nothing.
I busied myself with speeches, and trying to read my romance novel, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. Cato. My mind ran over the conversation a hundred times over, trying to extract every little bit that I could from his body language. Over and over the conversation played in my head like a movie reel on repeat. I toured through districts three and four, making my obligatory speech, but my heart just wasn't in it.
I made my way into the car that had my bed in it and went to sleep that night dreaming of the encounter with Cato- and a bit more.
There was a spark of attraction- one that made my fingers tingle and woke up every nerve in my body. He electrified me in a way that he himself was probably unaware of. I have to contain myself- I'm supposed to be enjoying my Victory Tour, not worrying about some boy that I barely met.
But he invaded my dreams every night since.
The urge to see him again, touch him, talk to him, became so overwhelming that half of the time I felt like I was in some sort of idiotic stupor. But I couldn't help it. Everywhere I turned, he was there somehow. I knew it would be like that until I saw him again.
Two days passed, and my hope was bleak.
The time came to do my speech in District Seven. I lifelessly droned on about my fellow victors and the honor it was to be a participant in the games, just waiting for it to be over so I could continue pining for a boy who would likely never call.
When I went to exit the stage, however, he was there.
Oh God.
He offered his hand, and I took it, climbing down the stairs.
The spark I had felt when I toured District two was nothing compared to this. His touch was electrifying- making my every nerve stand at attention. I tried being self-possessed like I usually was, but my efforts were futile. There was a wooden bench next to the steps and we sat down there.
"How have you been?" I ask, automatically. The urge to take his hand is so strong that my fingers twitch. I try and tamp it down, but it's useless.
"Is that really how you want to spend our time? Making small talk?" He seemingly read my thoughts, and took my hand.
"No." I say, suddenly feeling flirtatious, "There are other things I'd much rather be doing right now."
He laughs, and it's like music to my ears. "And what might that be?"
"This."
I lean in and kiss him. To my delightful surprise, he doesn't pull away. The kiss is like a bomb exploding- Flaming passion. I have no idea why I've been this lucky, but apparently I'm the luckiest person on earth.
Suddenly, someone is talking to me. I react instinctively and throw the two knives I always have on me. It pins the man to the wall. I break the kiss off and say in a sugar-coated tone:
"Was there something you needed?"
The man runs away, and Cato laughs.
"Now, where were we?" I purr.
He just keeps laughing.
"Throwing knives at people isn't normal, Glamor."
"I threw normal out the window when I was reaped." I say. I'm being gutsy- that doesn't happen that often. I guess he just brings out that side of me.
"Is there any way I might be able to see you again?" I ask.
"How about after your tour- We can meet up In District one, by the train station."
"Sounds perfect." I say, softly. Cashmere and Gloss are there, urging me to get on the train. "I'll see you at seven, then?" I ask, getting up. He nods.
"See you then." He says, a smirk on his face. I fight to keep from swooning. I board the train in a happy daze, not hearing anyone around me, but hearing his voice over and over again.
After the tour, by the train station at seven.
In my head, I try and calculate the minutes.
