Prologue

Katniss was sitting down on a blanket facing the ocean, a pen in one hand and a crossword puzzle in the other, the sound of the rhythmic waves of the ocean splashing the shore helped her sun was beginning to set, turning the sky into a mixture of blue, yellow, pink and orange. A slight breeze touched her face gently, making her close her eyes briefly to enjoy the feeling. Ha! Esophagus, she wrote. She was so into the puzzle, that she didn't even notice Peeta sitting next to her.

"Need any help?" - he said smiling broadly. God, he is beautiful - she thought.

"Sure," she shyly said.

That was it, all the concentration she had earlier was gone immediately, the only thing she could focus on was him. He was practically attached to her hip, leaving no personal space between them whatsoever. She could feel him breathing evenly and calmly, she could see his brows frowning in concentration, his teeth biting his lower lip, his tongue darting out licking his upper lip absent mindlessly. It was cute. She was going to hell, she knew it because the only thing she could pay attention to was that tongue, that beautiful tongue that came out teasingly every now and again. She was hypnotized by it, by the thoughts that invaded her every time it came out. She sighed thinking about what that tongue could do to her, to her mouth, neck, stomach, thighs and…

"Clitoris!" Peeta shouted enthusiastically.

What? Oh God had she been talking out loud?!, oh God kill her, kill her now. Her eyes opened wide and she could barely breathe, Peeta looked at her smirking as if he could read her mind.

"9 down: Clitoris," he pointed slowly with his finger.

"Oh," she said and wrote quickly, not daring to look up, a flush creeping up her neck and face. He moved an inch closer to her, if that was even possible, leaning in so he could see the puzzle better. She could breathe in his smell, it was intoxicating - a mixture of sand, sunblock, sea salt and… cinnamon? Huh That's weird. She was staring at him, she knew that, but the way the sun touched his golden skin making him shine like a Greek God was making it impossible for her not to. His eyelashes were the longest she had ever seen, they were so close to each other that if she wanted she could touch them with her nose. Suddenly he turned his face towards her, licking his lips he looked briefly at her mouth and then he locked his big blue eyes on her grey ones. She couldn't stare away. She was under his spell and she didn't want to break it. He touched her cheek gently with his thumb, removing a rebel eyelash that had been resting there for God knows how long.

"Make a wish" - he whispered staring at her, deep inside her soul and heart. She closed her eyes tightly, wishing with all her strength that she wasn't engaged, that she could be his and his alone. She blew his thumb slowly, the eyelash that was attached to it flying to wherever it belongs. She felt him shivering next to her. When she opened her eyes, she could see how his eyes had darkened.

"What did you wish for?" he breathed out.

"If I tell you it won't come true," she coyly said. She realized in that moment that she wanted nothing more.