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When Peeta holds out his arms, I walk straight into them. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buried his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading though the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go.