"Babe, I have to go" Peeta said, While I sucked on his neck leaving him with a purple hickey.
"Come on Babe, Just this once" I said. He sighed.
"Gale tomorrow is the reaping and mother will kill me if I don't make enough desserts" Peeta said but let me pull him down on my bed.
"Ok, how about you stay for a little while and I'll help you at the bakery" I said. Peeta thought and nodded. I smiled and got on top of him slowly taking his clothes of...Well you know what happened next...
(1 hour later)
"Peeta how many times is your name in the bowel" I asked him while he stuck the cake in the oven.
"Umm... about 23" He said like it was no big deal.
"What...Why" I exclaimed.
"Babe it was for flour and other stuff my mom needed" Peeta whispered to me. God I hate his mom, when she found out about us, she sent Peeta to school with bruises everywhere
"Gale...I'm scared" He whimpered and started to get teary eyes. I quickly hugged him.
"We're not going to get picked" I said. and looked into his eyes. Peeta nodded and hugged me.
' I love you" He said and stood on his tiptoes to kiss my lips. I smiled.
"Well... you better go my mom will be home any minute" He said. I sighed and smiled. I quickly gave him a kiss.
"Bye babe" I said and walked out the door. I sighed and got my hunting gear ready for tomorrow where I have to meet Katniss. I would never take Peeta it's not like he's bad at it, it's that when I told him to kill the buck, he said why doesn't he have a family. He asked with innocently in his eyes and when Katniss shot him he started to sob. It took me 2 whole days to calm him down. This is why he probably wouldn't survive The Hunger Games. I sighed just thinking about him in the hunger games. I laid down on my bed and slowly fell asleep with nightmares about the hunger games...