"Cato? Cato!" I am screaming for him. I have no clue where he could be. I have no clue where I am. All I know is that I have to find Cato. I am still screaming his name as I turn a corner, and there he is. He is dressed in all white, his hair slicked back, his skin soft and smooth, and his eyes piercing blue.

He runs over to me and we just stare at each other. I stare up at his beautiful face and chiseled jaw, and he stares down at whatever is going on with my face right now. I don't want to know what it is that he is seeing, just the fact that he is really looking at me is enough.

I reach over and grab him into a hug, feeling him, something I never thought I would do again. I pull back a bit and raise my head up to look at him. I am surprised to see that he was already looking at me. I smile at him, and my smile is reflected back to me in his face.

The one word I never thought I would use to describe my reuniting with Cato is exactly what it was: awkward. It was really awkward. We just stood there and looked at each other giggling. Cato leans down towards me but stops, he positions his head in different ways as if not sure if he should kiss me or not.

I guess he knew he should have because after he moved around a couple of times I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and kissed him softly. He pulled back slowly, leaving me wanting more, just as he had the first time he kissed me.

I didn't know what he was doing as he lowered his face towards mine, but not to my lips, to my jaw. He kissed his way to my ear and stopped. I didn't want him to stop. STOP STOPPING I kept thinking. His breath was warm and comforting on my neck as he whispered, "Welcome home Clover." And he pulled back again.

While I had the chance I started to say what I never thought I would get to say to him.

"Cato, in the arena I-" I began.

"Clove." Cato sternly said, trying to interrupt me, but I needed to say this, so I kept going.

"I've never bee-"

"Clove." He said sternly again.

"N able to forgi-" I was interrupted again, but not by my name, but his lips pressing against mine so forceful, so passionate. I forgot that I was trying to say something and I let my mind and body get wrapped up in the kiss.

All of a sudden Cato pushes me against the wall, his hands holding the sides of my face, I never want him to stop kissing me. Cato twists his hands into my hair and on the back of my neck. His hands are so strong. I have my hands wrapped around his biceps, he's so strong, so much more than he was the last time I saw him. When I killed him.

Then I remembered that I betrayed this boy, that I killed him. And then I pulled back. My heart nearly stopped when our lips broke apart. Cato wasn't ready to stop. He pulled me back in by waist and kissed me again. Electric currents shot through my veins as his lips met mine. His hair was long. So much longer than it was before. I twist my hands through it and pull him towards me. Then I remember what I have to say, so I pull back again.

Cato looks at me for a moment, confusion in his eyes.

"Cato," I start as he begins to kiss my cheek and all over my face while I talk, "I can't forgive myself, I need to tell you," He lips move to the side of my face, "I need you to know that," He lightly bit my ear and my heart stopped, "Cato I have to," his lips start to move down my neck and I know that my attempts are futile. "You aren't gonna stop are you?" I ask looking at him.

Cato moves in closer to me, his lips barely brushing mine, "Not even for a second." He says, with a touch so gentle, so sweet that it takes all the power I have to pull away.

I walk around him and stand in the middle of the hall.

Cato turns around to face me. He takes both of my hands in his, "Clove, I never thought that I would see you again, that I would," He looks deep in my eyes and blushes, "…Kiss you again, but I can. Why waste it?" He says, his eyes lighting up as he chuckles slightly.

"You are impossible." I say to him.

"Is that so?" he asks as he pulls me in again. He kisses me softly on the cheek, "We have all the time in the world to talk." Cato says, his lips pushed almost onto mine.

"We have right now." I say, looking at him lovingly. He pulls me back in and we kiss as I fumble with the buttons on his shirt. As the last button opens I truly see his body for the first time. I didn't know if it was because we were in heaven, but Cato could not have been more beautiful.

Cato lifts me up into the air and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me back over to the wall and pushes me onto it. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling his muscles flex with every move he makes. I am so in love that I can't see, or hear, or smell. All that I can notice is the way Cato's lips feel on mine. The way his touch is so gentle and fiery at the same time. Soon I find myself with my hands pressed against Cato's bare chest and his hands tangled in the mess of my dark hair.

I feel lost completely in Cato. He was all that I can see. I cup my hands around his face when someone brings me back into reality.

"Oh my gosh, oh gosh, I am so sorry." Cato moves himself back and puts me back down, face flushed. I can feel that my own cheeks are tomato red. The girl from 7 had walked in on us. This was beyond awkward. "Sorry, Cato, hi Clove." She said to us, her face as red as ours. "So sorry." She says again.

"It's fine Willow," Cato starts, "What's up?" he asks.

"It's time for dinner." She says. "Sorry," she says again as she disappears around the corner.

Cato and I look at each other.

"We are in a hall." Cato says to me.

I nod. "Let's go to dinner, I'm starving." I say and start to walk away.

"Not yet." Cato says as he grabs my hand and pulls me back into him. I let my body melt into his hands on the small of my back that press me up against him. He kisses me again, more gentle than before. He pulls back and I find his lips at my ear again.

"I love you." He whispers in my ear. I can't help it, I push him up against the wall and kiss him, so fiery and hungry. I slide my hands under his open shirt and wrap them around his bare back. I feel his muscles flexing. He puts his hands on my waist, firm and sure and I kiss him even more.

Cato pulls back again, "We," he kisses me again, "Don't need," and again, "To go," he kisses me, "To dinner." He kisses me again and I smile. I begin to talk and Cato moves his lips from mine and to my neck.

"I don't know," I begin, "I'm kind of hungry." I giggle. Cato brings his lips back to mine. My stomach grumbles. I softly bite Cato's bottom lip and pull back. His face covered in desperation for more.

"Come on, let's go eat." I say, smiling at him. I quickly peck him on the lips and grab his hand and he leads the way to the dining room.