I wanted to tell him about Twill and Bonnie and the uprising and the fantasy of District 13, but it's not safe to and I can feel myself slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. "Stay with me."

As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down. I hear him whisper a word back, but I don't quite catch.

Peeta's POV

"Always." I whisper back to her as I watch her eyelids close. I sit there and watch her for a few minutes. The way she breathes, slowly in and out with her chest falling and rising in a steady beat. How her mouth completely closes. And her arms lay on her stomach silently. She is beautiful. Katniss.

My Katniss.

I sit there for a little while longer before realizing that I have to tuck her in. I get up and bring the covers over her so it is just touching her shoulders. And I kneel over to her side and kiss her forehead, wishing I could keep it there forever. "Sweet dreams Katniss. I love you more than you know."

I walk out of the room only to find Prim- Katniss's 13 year old sister- staring at me with a loving look. She is a beautiful young girl actually, but to me she is like a little sister.

I smile at her curiously. "Hi Prim…"

"Hi Peeta," she exclaims lamely.

We stand there for a second before she speaks up. "Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to pry. I just wanted to prove my theory was correct, that's all!"

"Whoa. Whoa…whoa! Prim, your fine. But what theory?" I ask her.

She blushes a bit and looks down. "Oh… it's stupid. Coffee?" she rushes downstairs. I follow her down to the kitchen where she gets two mugs from a cabinet.

I take a seat on one of the chairs around the dining room table. "Prim. What theory?" I urge her. She puts stops pouring some black coffee into one of the mugs and sighs as she turns her attention to me.

"Alright. I know you love Katniss." This blows me away. I want to say something but nothing comes out of my mouth. "I know that ever since you have heard her sing that first day of school that you have loved her. In the first games I was shocked so I asked Haymitch when you were all back and he told me that it was an act so you could survive. But it wasn't an act for you. I know it."

She goes back to the coffee and mixes it with milk, cream, and 3 lumps of sugar. But for mine she leaves it black. My favorite. I wonder how she knew.

She makes her way over to me and takes a seat across from me as she hands me my mug.

"Your right. I do love your sister. Ever since the first day. But is that all to your theory?" I ask Prim.

"Oh, no!" She says. "And Katniss told me you loved it black. She also told me that you sleep with the windows open, your favorite color is orange, you always double tie your laces, you always speak with kindness and respect, your words can change people, and that you love the sunset." She replies smiling innocently.

I am pleasantly shocked. I didn't know that she had known those things about me let alone told Prim. Had I told her this? Or had she figured it out for herself? Either way I am so happy right now. I smile back taking a sip of my coffee.

"So is that all that she told you Prim?" I ask her. She shakes her head cautiously. "Well, would you like to tell me what else she said?" She turns a deep red, kind of like a tomato.

She looks down to her jeans. I see her tend to do this when she is upset or embarrassed. "I-I don't think it's very appropriate for me to discuss at this age…" she says so quietly I barely hear her. Huh. So mature, might need her to give my brothers a lesson sometime.

"Prim. Please?" I ask her. She looks up and seems like a 6yr old girl who just lost her teddy bear just like that. She sighs. "Alright Peeta. But this stays between you and I. Okay?"

"You have my word." I agree with her. She sighs again turning crimson. "She said that you look 'heartbreakingly handsome' in your suits and that you ….."

I try to stifle a laugh on the first part. "Really? Well I'm glad that she thinks so. But I didn't get the last part. Repeat?"

She looks rueful. "She said that you taste like cinnamon." And I turn a shade of red matching Prim. "She said I taste like cinnamon?" I ask her very embarrassed that a 13 yr old is hearing this. She nods. And we are quiet for a second but smile to myself.

"And Peeta? Do you know why she told me that?" Prim asks after the silence.

I shake my head making my ashy blonde hair go everywhere. "Because she loves you. I know she does. THAT is my theory." She says. And I just nod but inside I am going bananas.