I won't get into how long it has been since I posted. Here it is. I'll be trying to write more soon. I should get to writing faster after Mockingjay comes out. That usually happens. ;)

Chapter 4:

Haymitch froze up and I began berating myself before I even drew away. But then, his hand went to the back of my head in a caress and he was kissing me back, rather passionately. It was over before it had even started.

Almost as soon as Haymitch realized what he was doing he drew away, looking stunned.

I sat there, feeling a little woozy from the kiss. I was still trying to process what had just happened. Had he really just kissed me back?

Haymitch rose up and cleared his throat. He looked like he was ready to bolt.

I stared up at his back. Debating on rather or not I wanted to pull him back down. He probably wouldn't like it. I should probably leave him alone and let him think.

"I'm…" What was I going to say? Sorry wasn't really the right word since I didn't feel very sorry at what I had done.

Haymitch's shoulders tensed; his only response.

"No-. Sorry." I hurriedly changed my words. I was about to say not sorry. I couldn't say that!

He turned to look at me before walking off into the kitchen.

What did you do, Katniss? How could you! He's your mentor….he's twenty something years too old for you!

I wanted to smack myself. What was I even thinking?

Maybe it was the lack of oxygen I received last night. Yeah….that was definitely it. There no snowball's chance in hell I would kiss Haymitch otherwise.

Right?

I groaned and followed Haymitch's path to the kitchen for some water. Said person was searching the cabinets.

"There's no alcohol and you know it."

"It doesn't hurt to check," Haymitch mumbled while letting a cabinet door slam. The noise echoed through the empty house.

I flinched at the noise and continued to grab a glass and fill it.

I felt my back tingle with heat moments later. I turned back around and found the heat source. Haymitch was staring at me.

"What is it?" I fumbled with the glass, feeling nervous. Here I was victor of two hunger games and afraid of facing up to Haymitch.

He didn't say a word. He was leaning against the wall on the other side of the kitchen. His eyes bore into me, almost through me.

I fought an urge not to gulp. Who was I kidding? I wasn't nervous, I was downright petrified. Especially by the look he was giving me at that moment.

I sat down the water glass, shakily; not really caring when it sloshed over the counter and me. I backed up to go to the door, hurriedly. I immediately rammed into a kitchen chair and nearly toppled over. I wasn't paying attention to the pain. I had to get away now. I couldn't stand it in this house. I needed time to think.

I yanked on my boots and bolted out of the door.

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