There was a pleasant warmth spreading from his chest out into every limb of his body right now, and the urge to touch and kiss and feel everywhere was growing stronger. He wanted to cherish this as long as he could, this intense feeling of closeness and rush of emotions only Katniss made him experience, made him want to risk everything for her. No one else did that and it was a new kind of exhilaration he wished he could get used to. He wished they had the time to.

That thought only urged him to deepen the kiss again, a shaky breath leaving him as he stepped forward slowly, hands encouraging movement backwards because there was a wall there, one that could keep them steady despite jelly-legs and the need for air, something he wasn't willing to part for at the moment.