Katniss had never found herself attractive or -- god forbid -- sexy, in the slightest. She was too skinny, a girl too thin to afford curves and opted for angles, instead. Her leg (like the rest of her, as Wesley had undoubtedly noticed) wasn't feminine, soft, or anything that she'd ever show off.
But oh, how it tingled right then.
His too-big pants slipped up higher on her leg as she wound her foot against his, revealing a stretch of muscled (but thin -- always too thin) calf, and that hint of skin of hers against skin of his, even if it was just legs and feet and ankles, made Katniss ache for more.
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But oh, how it tingled right then.
His too-big pants slipped up higher on her leg as she wound her foot against his, revealing a stretch of muscled (but thin -- always too thin) calf, and that hint of skin of hers against skin of his, even if it was just legs and feet and ankles, made Katniss ache for more.