Katniss had never had time to daydream, or moon over boys, or wonder what this would be like. Now she finally understood what the other girls she'd known had been blushing over, and the appeal of certain outfits. Outfits that generally weren't her style, but right now she was deeply regretting her general policy of modesty. She liked being in his shirt, but there was a hand and there could have been skin -- her skin -- being touched, but some part of her knew that there needed to be a pace to this.

She finally understood it, though. Not...how to be good at this, but the why behind a lot of things. Congratulations, Katniss. You've discovered hormones and lust.

In any case, that hand traveling up wasn't getting any sort of halt from her, though it had earned a large amount of her attention. The rest was focused on balancing above him, one hand steadying herself on the bed as she experimentally nipped lightly at his lower lip. She was curious about nearly everything, it seemed.