The Hunger Games (Hunger Games, #1)

by Suzanne Collins

But because two can play at this game, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his cheek. Right on his bruise.

“Let him tag along. What’s the harm? And he’s handy with that knife.” Is he? That’s news. What a lot of interesting things I’m learning about my friend Peeta today.

“Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me any time you feel like it.”

“Maybe not that long,” says Peeta. “What was that you were saying just before the food arrived? Something about me … no competition … best thing that ever happened to you…”