Finnick Odair | The Hunger Games (

He laughed, "No, I don't think even Arva could manage that. Thank god. I don't envy you. No, I just mean bears and werewolves and new arrivals, and a little comm box drama. Nothing major."

"You know," He continued as he opened the door to his hut for her. He tried to strike a casual tone. "Maybe I can help with that. When you're too tired for sex I can still just hold you, rub your back, listen to you complain, that sort of thing. I wouldn't mind. Don't get me wrong, the sex is great...but I like spending time with you regardless." His skill in acting kept most of the tension he was feeling out of his voice. He'd barely said anything, not half of what needed to be said, but it already felt like too much.

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