Katniss couldn't sleep. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. They kept telling her, "You love him." But she didn't want to believe it. Who would fall for him? He was probably the last person she would want to be with, but apparently her heart thought differently than her mind did.
She sat up momentarily, debating whether she was going to go over there, to his house. She been there so much, so often, spent so much time there, but no matter how familiar it was, it seemed so different now.
She had just stared getting over Peeta's death., so how could she be sure she did actually love him? You can't fall in love that soon after you lost someone else could you? Was it possible? But he had gotten over Annie so fast, telling Katniss that she wouldn't have liked it if he spent all his time mourning over her.
Katniss could picture him. His shaggy bronze hair, always falling in his face, his green eyes that made it impossible to say no, and the feeling of his arms around her, comforting her, and telling that it was all going to be all right. Her Finnick. She had to wonder where this was coming from, why she was thinking like this, but her heart kept repeating "You love him." And she knew it was true. She had fallen for Finnick Odair, the guy that was nothing like the Capitol portrayed him to be.
She decided she would go visit him, if only just to see him. She knew he would be awake. It was only just past midnight.
Her feet hit the cold wood of the floorboards and she slowly stood up, praying to god that no one would hear her walking through the house. Her mother wouldn't appreciate her going out this late at night. She made her way through the house, hoping she wouldn't trip, and closed the door quietly behind her.
Katniss paused at his door. What was she going to say? She didn't know, but she just wanted to see him.
She didn't knock. She never did. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him, asleep, television on to some show, where a girl was screaming, and complaining that her life was unfair. I flicked it off in annoyance.
"Hey, I was watching that!" He mumbled, making Katniss jump.
"Did I scare you?" He asked, sitting up and patting the spot beside him. "Come, sit."
"Okay." He placed a blanket around her shoulders. "Thanks." Katniss said, pulling it up and holding it in place.
"So, why did you come to my house at one in the morning?"
"Umm, I couldn't sleep." She said.
"Why not? Is something going on?" The look in his eyes was full of worry and concern.
"No, I just couldn't stop thinking. My mind was going crazy. Gave me a headache."
"Oh. Well what were you thinking about?"
She looked up and met his eyes, grey mixing with green. "You."
"Me?" He asked.
Katniss' lip quivered. "Yeah, I couldn't stop either. I don't know, maybe it's nothing." Her eyes met his again, and she saw his face moving closer to hers.
It was the best kiss she had ever experienced.