"Peeta this isn't working," I sigh, frustrated and slap the dough back onto the counter. When Peeta said he was going to teach me how to bake bread this is not what I had in mind.

Peeta smiles and shakes his head. "You were doing fine, Katniss." I highly doubt it but his voice is so gentle it stops me from snapping at him. He takes the dough and puts it back in my hands. It's greasy from my fingers and has a slight sprinkling of flour on it. It's heavier than I initially thought it would be too. "Take the dough and roll it flat with the rolling pin," he instructs and he gives me the rolling pin which I take and I start rolling on the dough back and forth. Suddenly, I feel him behind me and my back stiffens out of surprise and I stop rolling. He notices and waves me on. "Keep going." I do and slowly his hands cover mine on the rollers and helps me roll. I'm not even paying attention to the dough anymore. Instead I'm focusing on his breath ticking my ear and sending shivers down my spine and how he smells like flour and sage.

"Now take the dough and put it in the pan." I do and with a little help from Peeta all the dough is dumped into the pan.

"Now what?" I ask and he waves his hand towards the oven. I pull on some red mittens of his and then shove the bread in the oven. I hate how my face feels like it is on fire and how I have to be careful how far I put my arms in so I don't get burnt. I tell Peeta this and he laughs. He tells me that's his favorite part.

"Really?" I ask, surprised. I shut the oven and put on the timer. "Why?"

He shrugs. "I like how hot it is. It's like...I don't know. It's like when you come inside after being outside all day in the winter and suddenly you're in a sauna and it's what you wanted all along." I nod at this and he smiles. "I sometimes feel like that with you."

I'm a little surprised even though things like this always come from Peeta. "With me?"

"Yeah."

I don't know what to say then. Instead I turn to the counter and swirl my hand in the left over flour. I make a hand print and then Peeta comes up behind me. "Katniss?" I hear the question in his voice. I don't know what to say. He knows I love him but I just don't know how to express those feelings back. I can kiss him, smile at him, run my hands through his hair, but when it comes to saying what I feel I'm at a loss and usually Peeta doesn't know how to react to that. "Peeta," I say slowly and I turn around. His blue eyes shine into mine and a chunk of blonde hair is sticking to his forehead. My heart swells and I touch his cheek, ready to try the words out for the first time. "Peeta, I... I love you." He smiles wide and kisses me so softly that I wonder if he even kissed me at all. "Oh, Katniss," he says and it's more like a sigh than anything. "I love you too."

When we break away, I notice something on his cheek. It's white and powdery and I start to laugh once I realize what it is. "What?" Peeta's brow furrows. "It's just... you have flour on your cheek." He laughs and he wipes it off. "Miss Everdeen. A baker never, ever, uses flour for inappropriate purposes." He touches my cheek and says, "Especially when they're baking bread."

I gasp once I realize he left a flour mark on my cheek and then I say sternly,"Peeta Mellark." He knows I'm kidding by the smile I'm trying to hide.

After the bread is done, we wrap it up and walk out of the bakery, my heart soaring. We get some pretty strange looks though from the people at the bakery who notice the handprints on our cheeks but it doesn't matter because I learned more than how to just bake bread today.

Thanks for reading!

-Kel