Finnick stands across from you, the tension between you two palpable. It’s the second day of training for the 3rd Quarter Quell, and ever since you had won the 68th hunger games you and Finnick had become close friends (despite being madly in love with him), separated only because you both live in different districts.

Now you two trained together, working on your trident-work, but for you it was near impossible- the way his body looked was divine. And this didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Hey, eyes up here,” Finnick says teasingly, leading your head up by your chin. His touch was warm, driving you crazy.