"Annieee, it's ho-ot." She was going to murder him. Within reach, she could spot at least four potential murder weapons. Maybe that Career training would come in handy again. "Annieeee.
She fixed her boyfriend with a death glare. "Say that one more time." The thermometer next to the back door, which always read low, said it was 102 degrees. It wasn't doing anything for either of their patience.
"But I'm hot."
"And so am I, but I've managed to get by without complaining about it every five seconds." Annie laid on her back and watched as the ceiling fan whirred in noisy circles. With any luck, their power wouldn't go out this afternoon. It usually didn't up in the Victors Village, but everybody had their air turned up as far as it could go, and there was only so much the generators could handle. She wasn't sure both she and Finnick would survive the day if it went out. Right now, the air conditioning and fan were the only things keeping her sane.
Not that even they were really doing the trick. "Annieee."
"Finnick, cut it out."
"Annie, I love you."
Gosh, how was she supposed to stay mad at him when he did that? "I love you too, but that will not stop me from killing you if you say another word about how hot it is or how uncomfortable you are." She turned from her spot on the floor to smile at him.
"Please don't kill me." Puppy dog eyes: her greatest weakness. Way to play fair, Odair.
"If you don't complain, I won't have to." It was too hot to reach out and squeeze his hand, but she did it anyway. Annie couldn't hurt him. Never. She loved him too much.
Then, with a beep, the power cut out, and hell began.