As promised (well, more like an implied “maybe”)…
Empire’s top 50 sexiest women of 2013.
"People were like saying they want to kill themselves, that I wasn’t anywhere near a good looking Finnick."
I LOVE HER
Is there anyone at the Oscars that you’re crushing on, that you want to meet?
The Hunger Games: In stark contrast to two nights ago, when I felt Peeta was a million miles away, I'm struck by his immediacy now. As we settle in, he pulls my head down to use his arm as a pillow; the other rests protectively over me even when he goes to sleep. No one has held me like this in such a long time. Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe. (pg. 298)
Catching Fire: I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go. (pg. 193)
Mockingjay: I wrap my arms around his neck, feel his arms hesitate before they embrace me. Not as steady as they once were, but still warm and strong. A thousand memories surge through me. All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone forever. (pg. 338)