Catching Fire Peeta's POV
A/N: this is just a really short one time piece
Haymitch and I followed suit when the peacekeepers showed up at the Everdeen's a week ago. And when she didn't come home on time, it took all my strength not to panic. When she did come home it was little relief to me, I could tell she was hurt.
For the first week of bed rest she seemed overly anxious with the new threat just outside, but we're all anxious now. So I stay with her, being careful not to push the weak boundary we've established as friends.
Now, for the first time ever, we spend time alone without anyone observing our every move.
We're comfortable but it's not what I want. I want to stroke her cheek, play with her hair, kiss her whenever, hold her hand. But that would be pushing it, it would break the comfort we have, and I'm not willing to give that up.
So I draw and she watches. We work together quietly and I fight the urge to kiss her.
When I catch her staring, I wonder if she wants to break the boundary too. I wonder if that boundary will disappear when we get married