"Now that is a fashion statement I just won't get behind. Nope, sorry. Not for all the tea in China." I nibble at Peeta's jaw a little, pressing my palm into his chest and feeling the thumping underneath. I'm warm and comfortable and happy and I don't even recognize that part of me. I haven't really felt it since I arrived in Darrow.

Taking a chance, I turn his hand and press it against my chest so he can know I'm just as... everything as he is right now. "And honestly, I'm feeling a little defenseless right now."