Hey Guys,

Hope you like this new story. I just finished the first two Hunger Games books and am in the middle of the last one. Let me know what you think and enjoy .

Yours Always, -Irish Girl 2me

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Although he lying next to me gave me a sense of comfort, I wasn't able to fall asleep. The nightmares were not haunting me, and I wasn't panicked, like I usually am. Here I was feeling safe and the worst of everything was over. Three more districts, I kept thinking. I longed for Prim to be in my arms again even if it was in the 'government taped' house. I wished to live back at our old place, but I knew the living space and conditions were better for Prim; unfortunately my opinion had no matter in living there or not.

I turned myself around, keeping his arm still around my waist, so Peeta's sleeping face was towards my own. The soft sound of his breath kept me in a solace state.

I wished I knew what he was dreaming. By the way that he quivered every few minutes, I could tell he was having a nightmare. Though, I wouldn't wake him; it always put me in a state of shock when I was woken.

What if I loved Peeta? I don't know if I could though, because of letting go of the fear of being hurt again. Was that really what it was though? I know that the only reason I would feel that way was the death of my father and the thought of losing my family during the games. But, what if I did? There would be nothing to hide from anyone because I would really be in love with him. Do I love him now? No, I couldn't.

And for the first time, I wanted to tell Peeta. I wanted to say it back to him, but I don't think that I am anywhere near worthy of his love. It would be so much easier if I just let myself be held in his arms, close.

I take my hand and sweep my fingers across his forehead, and I kiss it. I scrunch myself into a ball, and tuck myself into him.

His arm lifts and his hand is placed on my shoulder. I shut my eyes immediately and he stutters so alarmed, "Katniss, you okay?"

"Yeah, I just was worried. You were shaking… I just thought you had a nightmare." I sputter out.

"I did, but it is long over now, and I found what was scaring me." He kissed my hand, and wrapped his arms around me tighter. Then, he rested his head above mine.

"I've tried really hard, more than really hard, and I need to tell you something. I think that it goes against the respect that I have held for you, and I don't want you to feel pressure, but I really love you."

I lie there silently. Not one thought goes through my head that I can respond with. And, at that moment, I brush my hand across his jaw and kiss him.