And clearly the best plan of action was to slide her other hand up his back, too, so that both were lightly splayed. She could feel his muscles twitching under her fingers, could feel every movement he made, and well -- she'd always found the fact that Wesley did exactly not look like how she knew Wesley was actually built to be highly attractive. She'd just always relied on sight, rather than touch.

It was different, in the most exciting way it could be.

She arched her neck slightly, to meet his kiss, because Katniss found herself wanting more. Or at least not wanting this to stop, ever, if she could help it.