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30

A/n hey guys, so this is my 30th chapter here on this story. I would like to say that I hit 20k reads today. How crazy!
In honor of that, I'll try to finish this chapter asap so it can be up. I'm at a sleepover but we aren't doing anything so I'll write! ONCE AGAIN THANKS FOR 20K. I love all your adorable comments that make me smile. Wattpad is my top priority most of the time because of all you lovely readers. 

Katniss

Raina winces from her injuries as she shifts her body, trying to hear Peeta.

"Finnick is sending you medicine as soon as he can. He is down at the sponser set up."
Peeta says into the microphone.

They have earpieces, whereas we were each given a headset, and a microphone attached to a stand for when we didn't feel like using the headset.

We stay connected with the tributes for a long time. Answering questions about the others in the arena. So that no one watching is suspicious, they direct questions to each other and we just answer into their earpieces the best we can. No one in Panem knows about our contact of communication with them.
Everyone may know they can speak with one another, but we are afraid of having it taken away due to some type of unspoken rule.

After watching them endure a difficult rest of the day tending to Raina's wounds, we advise them to set up camp and call it a night.

Raina insists that Kolton gets sleep, since he hadn't in days.
Talisa and Roman take the first watch.

We tell Raina that we will speak to them when we wake in the morning. She just smiles and nods knowing we see her, before drifting to sleep.
I turn the microphone off and place it along with our headsets below the television in a basket.

I walk back to the couch and climb into Peeta's open arms, shutting the tv off.

"We did it." He looks down at me. I smile into his bright blue eyes, which melt perfectly into my heart.
How could such a beautiful boy make me feel like this?
He gently take his hands to grab my face before attaching his lips to mine.
It's difficult not to get too excited as him and I share a deeper kiss.
Our bodies press against one another's, closing any space that could come between us.

I feel myself being lifted from the couch, and I take my lips away from his to laugh.
Only he can get me to giggle.
He doesn't even try, but he makes me do things I never knew I was capable of.
Like being happy, for example.

I am slowly dipped onto the bed, and he crawls on top of me as I'm still laughing like a squeaky little girl.

He brushes my hair behind my ear and tells me I'm beautiful.
Every time he says it I believe him more and more.
I don't care who else tells me, or what anyone else sees me as.
It's his love that seeps into me, making me so vulnerable.
I look up at this dangerously sexy man that hovers over me.
How did he manage to be mine?