Peaceful Forever [Book 2]

Chapter 26

-Amily's POV-

The next morning, I receive a call from an extremely distressed Johanna.

"Amily I have massively fucked up," she groans.

"What did you do?" I hesitantly ask.

"I got super drunk while at work on Saturday and I got fired by the club manager," she explains. "Apparently I went on a drunk rant about Snow to one of his assistants and the dude is pissed."

"Oh Jo," you sigh. This wasn't good. "Is Snow making you change jobs?"

"No," she responds. "He doesn't have me working anymore which is honestly terrifying. He's gonna do something to Jena. She's all I have left."

"Do you think he will touch your sister?" I ask her. "If he hurts her, he won't have anyone left to hold over your head."

"He'll do it," she sighs. "He doesn't want me working anymore. He'll do it to break me."

"Can you get her to a safe place?" I ask. "There has to be a safe place to put her."

"Amily," Johanna states. "There's no such thing as a safe place in Panem. All we can do is sit and wait for the inevitable."

"Hang in there Jo," I reply. "And call me if you need anything."

"Will do," she sighs before hanging up.

Finnick and I check in with Johanna as often as we can. It's been 3 weeks since the incident and so far nothing has happened to her sister. Maybe Snow isn't going to hurt her.

"How are you doing?" he asks me as we sit down to our normal dinner of pasta. I swear we don't have it every day but it's our favorite food.

"As well as I can be with the games approaching," I sigh.

"Do you need a distraction tonight?" Finnick inquires.

"What did you have in mind?" I smile.

After dinner, Finnick guides me to our room and gets the jar out of our closet. We had been taking things slow and hadn't done anything besides the occasional make out since he moved back in.

Grinning, he holds the jar out to me, letting me grab a slip of paper. I go for a medium blue one, hoping it's not something boring like taking a nap.

"Movie night," I smirk. I think Finnick can tell we will be doing much more than just watching a movie.

We sit on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, watching a somewhat boring movie about the old world. We learned a bit about it in history growing up but most of the movie was probably fictional. Panem did a good job of destroying most of the things from the civilization before us.

Finnick has his hand on my thigh under the blanket but I really want him closer. The months of us not doing anything have left me missing him and I desperately need him tonight. If I wait any longer I might implode. I shift in my seat, trying to adjust my legs so his hand will be closer to my core.

He's way too invested in this movie to the point where he doesn't notice my hints that I want to do more. Slowly, I grab his hand and move it closer to where I need him, hoping he'll get the message.

He pulls his hand away, only to use it to pull me closer to him to where I'm practically sitting on him.

"Come'ere" he whispers in my ear as I move to straddle him, fully blocking his view of the movie. We begin making out and I can feel him growing hard beneath me in his pajama pants. I slowly start to grind on him, eliciting a low groan from his throat.

"Fuck I've missed this," he mutters under his breath.

"I need you," I whisper in his ear as I slowly begin kissing his neck, making sure to leave some hickeys.