Clove's POV
My first kiss tasted of spearmint gum.
It was brief and gentle.
It took place at precisely 9:09 pm on a Friday.
It occurred in the training center, on a shabby wooden bench.
No one was nearby, it was merely me and him, him and me.
His lips on mine, his fingers in my hair.
Who was it?
Cato.
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A Series of Clato One Shots and Short Stories
FanfictionJust a whole bunch of Clato stories. Modern day AU's, alternate endings, and life before the arena stories. Disclaimer: The concept of The Hunger Games and the characters included in it are not mine. All credit for the story goes to Suzanne Coll...
