I chose whether to stay in Houston/continue my apprenticeship or just go to NYC, via Skee Ball competition with Steven. If I won, I’d go to New York. If I lost, I’d stay in Houston.
I OWNED HIM ALL SORTS OF WAYS.
One of my classes is officially done.
One more to go.
THEN I’M DONE WITH UNDERGRAD FOREVER.
Can I write a me/Finnick Odair/Peeta Mellarck fic?
'Cause I'm about that life.
As Finnick stroked my hairy, muscular thighs, I could feel Peeta’s girth fill me.