I lay in bed, watching, as Peeta removes his clothes. I can tell he's nervous; He trips and falls while taking off his pants. This is embarrassing for the both of us. After ten minutes, and me having to unbutton his shirt for him, he finally joins me. I feel his warm flesh against my bare skin. His tender lips softly brush against mine. They taste like bread. He then pulls me into a more passionate kiss but draws away. He takes a loaf of bread out of god knows where and seductively takes a bite out of it. "Fergalicious," he whispers, crumbs falling out of his mouth. He strokes my cheek, "them boys go loco"