Chapter 5: Cato
"I'll leave you two to be alone for a bit," Clove told us after a few hours with a smirk as she stood. The blush was returning to my face, and I threw a pillow at her as she made her way to the door. She caught it and threw it back, hitting me in the face. With that, she left us in my room, but not before telling Cato, "Make it quick, alright? I know you and your girlfriend probably just want to jump each other. I don't believe for a second that you'll be able to stop yourselves despite what happened last time, but we've been gone a long time already. Enobaria and Brutus won't check on us, but we were lucky no one came to see Evie."
There was silence again as Cato and I just looked at each other. I didn't know what he was thinking, but he was staring intensely. Upon noticing this, I had to hold back the other side of me. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately depending on how you view it, it seemed that Cato's animal side was fighting back more than mine was because before I knew what was happening his lips were on mine and my hands was running through his hair like they had wanted to a while ago. His hands found their way to my waist, under my shirt, and I fell back onto the bed with him on top of me. I lifted my chin, shutting my eyes tightly and letting out a soft moan as he attacked my neck. Somehow, my legs had ended up around his waist and despite our arms already pulling us as close together as we could get, our bodies still seemed to be trying to bring us even closer. Unfortunately, we wouldn't have had time for that even if we had been at that point in our relationship. We were like that for a while, each of us attacking the other's neck and lips with our mouths.
When we finally released each other, we were both panting. We stared into each other's eyes as he stayed above me, holding himself up with one arm and using the other to rub patterns on the part of my hip where he had placed his hand when he ventured to reach just under the top of my pants. My legs were still around his waist and my arms were still around his neck, with my fingers playing with the hair on the back of his head.
Cato sighed and pulled away to lie down next to me once my legs released his waist from their hold. I laid my head on his chest, with his arm around me and one of his hands in mine, much like my position with Finnick just a few hours earlier. But it was different with Cato. With Finnick, he was a brother just spending time with his sister. With Cato, we were a young couple taking full advantage of one of the few moments we could get alone together.
We didn't say anything for a while. Both of us were lost in our thoughts. I was thinking about how I wished we were in different circumstances. I could only guess what Cato was thinking.
"I'm sorry." It was Cato who broke the silence.
"Don't be." I knew what he was apologizing for. But there was no need. I would take what I could get. If anything, I should've been the one to apologize, and I told him so. Cato's head tilted so he could look down at me on his chest, and I turned my head so I could look into his blue eyes. They reminded me of the sea. We stared at each other for a moment longer before he released me and we both sat up.
"I should go," he told me and stood. I reached for his hand, stopping him. He turned to give me a kiss. It was short, but full of desperation on both ends.
And then he left.
I waited long enough for him to leave District 4 territory before grabbing the vase of flowers on my bedside table and throwing it at the wall. I felt a single tear escape my eye.
"Damn it, Cato. Why do you make me so weak?"
