And a week ago, she would have flinched back.

Now, though, with her in his clothes, after he saw her -- well, all of her, and he was so close, and she could feel the warmth from him, and --

And she was finally realizing, and remembering, what it was she'd fought for. Why she'd lost. And what she'd been missing.

So she didn't just kiss him back with her usual tentative shyness. Katniss leaned forward, inhaling sharply as she kissed him back, her fingertips resting lightly on his chest.

She could feel his pulse. It was bizarrely speeding hers up.