(Clove's POV)
I wake up with Cato's arm around my shoulders. It has been a couple of days since the new rule was introduced. Claudius Templesmith now has another message. He says there is a feast at the Cornucopia. We can get something we need desperately. I glance at me and Cato's Tracker Jacker stings on our arms.
"I'm going." I say.
"Okay." Cato says "But we need some sort of signal if one of us gets hurt."
"I'll shout your name if there's trouble." I say. "And you'll shout mine?"
"Yeah. Good luck." Cato replies.
"Same to you." I walk off.
"Wait," Cato says
"Is something wrong?" I ask.
I barely have time to think before he pulls me into his arms and kisses me. On the lips. When we eventually break away, he looks anxious.
"I still remember that kiss when we were 12" he says.
"You didn't forget that?" I whisper.
"How could I?" he says. "You've meant everything to me ever since I first laid eyes on you."
Cato really does love me. I give him a quick kiss on the cheek and run to the Cornucopia.
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✓ | First Love ↠ Clato
RomanceFIRST LOVE | ❝Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment he will realise it's futile.❞ ( WARNING: this story is old and cringe-worthy... brace yourselves, readers ) Cato and Clove first met when the...
