"Would I?" It's strange sometimes to think that really this is my first relationship. Katniss had been either fake or too complicated; more for Snow and the cameras then for ourselves no matter how much I might have wanted it otherwise. But at some point I stopped wanting that and started wanting this. Struck by that thought, I smile, wondering if we can somehow capture this moment.

This time I don't break the kiss, my hand gentle against her cheek, my words soft on her lips, "twenty five percent and it's a deal."