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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 - 𝘼 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙥𝙩. 2

I SENT THE BOTH of us almost toppling into another couple, forcing Finnick and I to let go of each other.

Thankfully, we only bumped into them. The couple turned to us, they're eyes wide with shock as they scooted away from us slightly.

Who can blame them?

"Sorry," Finnick started, his apology directed at the couple, "She's just a nightmare, isn't she?" This apology seemed to please the couple. 

Apparently, they were only pleased with Finnick, and they then looked over at me with distaste.

"I'm not the best at dancing." I apologized with a nervous chuckle. This seemed to have finally pleased the couple as they walked away.

I was about to make my escape from Finnick, when he swiftly grabbed my waist with both of his hands. I had no choice but to put my arms back over his shoulders. We did all this in one swift movement, it felt almost natural.

"Hungry for more?" I asked innocently.

Seriously though. I know I must have at least broken a toe, that, or cause his foot a great deal of pain.

It's like he wanted more.

"You're just, 'not the best at dancing,' are you now?" He asked with a smirk, referencing what I told the couple as an excuse. 

I scoff before saying, "Can you blame me? If I were to make your last comment to someone I just encountered for the second time, I would be shocked if they wouldn't have done something close to what I did." I proclaim.

"See what I mean? Rain is coming to pour down on all this sunshine" Finnick says, ignoring my claim. 

"My last point stands about not being able to see, 'all this sunshine." I remark. 

"Well, good, because my last point after you said that also stands." He said with a wink. "My, my, Cass, you really are a dispiriting person." 

I'm quiet for a few seconds, not knowing how to reply, when Finnick then lets out a small, "hm?" In a questioning voice. I mask my embarrassment and not knowing what to say with annoyance.

 This time, I'm the one to inch closer to him. "I am so close to hitting you right now." I murmur under my breath. I had to look up slightly so that my eyes could look into his.

"You know I'd fight back." His voice was famously alluring as he leaned in, whispering in my ear. His soft lips brushed against my cheek when he leaned in. "And we both know that I would win."

 It's difficult to describe what I did in that moment, But I seemed to have taken a step back.

 Finnick, thinking I was trying to back away from him, moved one of his hands that were on my waist, and moved it up slowly until it was on my back. 

I wasn't trying to back away, I was really trying to back up so that I could twist my head over to face him and- 

"Oh, you little jerk!" He exclaimed, letting go of me and backing up. 

Is that really all it took? 

I blew in his face, making him splutter, losing his sweltering facade. 

The sight of Finnick (finally) losing his facade, made the ends of my mouth twist up in a vigorous smile. 

"That's certainly the definition of wishful thinking. It's actually mockable." I said with a smirk.

 His filthy body was finally off of me. I could still feel the imprint of his firm hands on my waist, and for some stupid reason, I kind of wished he wouldn't have let go.