She's an exotic beauty living in the deeps of District Four. A strange one many might say. Tan skin not from the unmerciful burning sun, but skin darkened from the genes of her father.
With her being her sisters only protector and provider, what ca...
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Scene 7 | | Who moves the first piece? :
In which Jenesis Hammaz has her game plan made .
When Jenesis woke up, she had never hated herself more than she did than.
Last night, she had let Finnick, a man that's already broken, kiss her.
He had kissed her with so much unidentified emotions, it swirled with passion. He had approached her. Walked around the bed that divided them, and approached her. She was still in a trance when he was walking up to her. She was still taking in the brutal and hidden truth of the life of a Victor. When she had realized he was now in front of her, he was already brushing his lips against her own. And her heart did a big jump as he closed the minuscule space left between their lips.
He had kissed her with so much passion that she was stunned, so she stood there. Eyes wide, body stiff, and stuck in place.
But it wasn't for long. Because after around five seconds of the feeling of his lips sucking on her own, she had felt her lips moving. Adding her own passion as she sucked on his. It came naturally, she just knew what to do. Her legs felt like jelly, her face was hot and not from furry. Her heart was beating in her ears as Finnick smiled against the kiss and deepened it. This was so new to her. So new to her.
They just stood there, kissing in the middle of her room as the night light illuminated on them.
Their bodies were pressed together, no sexual tension but a passionate kiss that caught her off guard. She could feel all the details. Finnicks hand massaging her scalp as he pushed her head more closer to him. Their lips colliding harder. How their fingers some how found each other's and laced together.
After the kiss, they had ate the dinner she ordered together. His hand on her thigh as they ate the two brownies. It felt weird no doubt, and she wasn't sure how she felt about the kiss after they had it. But when she thinks about it now, it makes her cheeks sizzle.
But she was a tribute, and he was the mentor.
She was the current victim, and he was the survivor. This couldn't be true.
So here she was at the breakfast table. Sitting across Zayden, with Mags sitting beside him. Eating away at her breakfast with her mind wandering to last nights moment. Her cheeks tingled but she couldn't feel any heat on them, but she knew it was for the same reason. She was embarrassed, and she wanted her mind to stop thinking of Finnick and hers moment. It would never be true. It's too good to be true. Not in a world like this.
