Finnick's mouth is scorchingly warm.
When he presses his lips to Peeta's, Peeta internally reels. Pain licks at Peeta's toes and his head feels like it's been smashed into a tree a thousand times, but his back still arches and his mouth still parts to exhale warm air harshly, and his hands still come up to slam into Finnick's shoulders to get him the hell off of him.
Finnick crashes backwards due to Peeta's harsh shoving, grunting. Peeta sits up, blue eyes wide, his chest expanding quickly, like a balloon, his hair disheveled. Peeta opens his mouth to yell at Finnick, to ask what the hell did he think he was doing because Finnick was kissing him.
Before Peeta can utter a word, though, he is suddenly shocked by getting an armful of Katniss, her hands clasping onto his cheeks, her grey eyes watery.
"Peeta!" She cries, and Peeta's confusion only bubbles more in his throat. "You were dead! Your heart stopped!" Katniss blubbers, and she presses her wet face to his neck.
Oh, thinks Peeta. I was dead.
Peeta's eyes dart to Finnick, wide with an apology. Finnick's eyes harden and he looks away, standing up sharply, his strong, sea-bound shoulders tight with tension.
"We need to keep moving. We're loosing daylight," Finnick cuts Peeta off and helps up Mags. He doesn't look back as he starts to lead her away. Katniss helps Peeta to his feet because the world is still spinning, and they limp after Finnick, who still won't look at Peeta.