Hi again! Thank you so much for the reviews I'm getting, it makes me so happy when I see people read my work! Anyway it's chapter 4

I wake up the next morning, reflecting on the best thing ever that happened last night. I turn over, hoping to see Clove awake. Instead I see an empty bedraggled bed. I frown, wondering if I did anything wrong, and then I see a note. I turn over so I was fully facing the other side of the massive bed and pick up the note;

Cato. I left early this morning because if anyone saw us in the same bed, they would assume the worst. Anyway I think we should tell everyone about us. If we acted as strong as we are with the kind of relationship I would love to have with you, I'm sure we would get loads of sponsors. But I would never just do it for the help. I would do it because I love you. I want us both to come out of the arena. I want to be with you every night, I want to move into a lovely house with you, I want to marry you and eventually I want a child with you. Because I have realised that you are my true love. I never want to be with anyone else but you.

I'm stunned. Then I realise how much I want my child to be born, I want Clove to be the mother. I want to be with her.

I slip out of my room, cross the corridor and enter Cloves. She's still stirring but her gorgeous eyes flicker open and she smiles at me. I lean down and plant a kiss on her cheek and she stares up at me. Her eyes dance for a while but then I see sadness in them. "What's wrong?" I ask her. She sighs softly and tries to speak " I don't know whether we should be doing this. I mean I love you. I really do, but we might have to face the facts. That this is the Hunger Games." I'm confused and she must see it on my face because she starts again. " what I mean is... that I could survive. You could survive. We... we both could die. But we can't both live. I couldn't bear to see you die. Hopefully you feel the same."

Again I'm stunned. She smiles and slips out of bed. She crosses the room and looks back at me. She gives me a half smile and leaves. Suddenly I understand. We will never be able to be to be together. I could win and have the regret of watching Clove die. I would never be able to live with myself. I can't think straight, trying to figure out the mess in my mind. Eventually I decide not to think about it. I stroke Cloves pillow and silently slip out of the room.

On my way out, I collide with Brutus. He looks at me then at Cloves room. Eventually he gives a long exhausted sigh and says " god you didn't mess around with Clove did you? Because that's not going to get you any popularity points with the ladies of the Capitol." Honestly, I almost wished that was true. I imagine spending a night with her. I give Brutus a smirk and leave him in the lit corridor.

I sit at the breakfast table, opposite Clove. I smile at her and she gives me a sexy smirk. Enobaria is beside her. Brutus enters a few minutes later and whispers to her. She gives us a worrying look and I can tell Clove can translate what's going on. She laughs and mouths to me 'maybe later'. God she's so amazing. Can't wait till that later!

I just realise that this is the opening ceremonies. A few minutes later we are introduced to our stylists. Mine is just as weird as the rest of them. Smiley, she's called, goes on about my amazing looks and six-pack stomach. I blot out most of her speech. Finally she takes me to my stylist team. The clean me within an inch of my life then I'm taken to Smiley again. Honestly, I'm dreading her seeing me naked. I just lie on the table. When she enters, I look up and shrug at her. I'm watching her eyes scan my body. She takes about 5minutes before she meets may eyes. "Right let's get started," she says, and yanks this gold warrior costume out from under the desk. In my mind I'm thinking this will be terrible. Thankfully it looks better on me though. Sort of strong and sexy looking.

I leave the room and see Clove looking as amazing as I must. She gives a shrug. Her petite and curvy body is slipped into a tight gold metal top exploiting her slim waist a wavy metal gold skirt shows her lean and tanned legs. She comes over and says "you look different. You ready?" I nod and we are shoved onto a chariot.

We are suddenly travelling down a long stage with Capitol residents screaming about how great we look. It was going great until... the tributes from 12 are on fire! We are being ignored. Me and Clove exchange troubled looks. We are nearly there, time it's running out. Suddenly I feel warm lips against mine. I look into Cloves eyes and I understand what she is doing. I grab her, explore her body and make everything the best. Then the crowds are cheering at us again, they are loving it. I love it. I love Clove