Oh. Oh. Katniss hadn't realized that having him on top of her, feeling the weight of him pressing her into the mattress, could seem so right. In any other situation, being pinned like this would have had her fighting, feeling claustrophobic, and thinking of a way out.

With Wesley, though, she was at ease -- well, sort of. At ease in the sense that she wanted him there and wanted him to stay there and her heart was beating so fast she thought it might jump right out of her chest.

She shifted, sliding an arm up around his back to skim, lightly, over his shirt. And then her fingertips were ducking under it, hesitantly, to graze up his spine.