ANNIE
After all these years with Finnick, I've figured out that I simply can not get enough of him.
His humor. His smile. His laugh. The way he holds me at night. The way he chases the bad dreams away. I love him. A lot.
The 75th Hunger Games are next week. Finnick seems to be getting more restless as it nears. I have no idea why, because we are not even eligible for it. Maybe he doesn't like mentoring.
"For you, darling" Finnick says as he hands me my bacon and eggs. He's a great cook.
"Thank you dear" I say.
Just as I'm about to take a bite he grabs me by the waist, picks me up, and kisses me.
He is a great kisser. It's not gross, like making out or anything. It's just light. Sweet. Like him.
"I love you" he says.
"I love you too, Finnick" I say.
As I put my hands on his chest, I notice that his heart is beating really fast. That means something is wrong.
"What?" he asks.
"What's wrong?"
".... Nothing. It's nothing"
Then he changes the subject, like always when something's wrong. I decide to wait and see if it comes up again.
I just hope everything is okay.
Sorry this chapter was so lovey-dovey or whatever. But I've had some..... inspiration. @DorriDisaster knows what I'm talking about. Thanks for reading!
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She Crept Up On Me (a Finnick and Annie Fanfiction)
Fanfic"Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?" I ask. "No." A long time passes before he adds, "She crept up on me." I don't own The Hunger Games.
